Helping

Things were much the same after our two-week absence. I found my mom napping; she woke up happy to see me; we did laps; we got drinks and hung out in this activity room. When a resident kept trying to pull the tablecloth off with a lot of stuff on it, we decided to fold the tablecloth in half so the testy resident couldn't reach it. My mom got right to work on the folding, showing her still excellent attention to certain details.

On our walk around the facility, she correctly introduced me to staff as her daughter two times, then once as her sister. When she asked me if I was still with someone, mumble mumble, and I told her yes, with Paul, she said, "I hope that's not my Paul. I wouldn't be happy with that. I love him and he loves me!" Perhaps his absence has made her heart and imagination grow stronger.