In June of last year I left telling her "I will see you in heaven." I hugged her bloated body.
Her last words as I passed through the door were "Wear your jacket on the plane."
I sobbed that she was thinking of my comfort when she was so near to death.
In October she was still living which surprised us all. She was relocated at the care
center to acomfortable private room where she could be somewhat independent
andthe still have the skilled care she required with the assistance of young aides.
She thought at least one young male aide had a crush on her. Her bloat was gone,
her mind was mostly back. We celebrated her birthday. She was distant from me
and my two sisters.
Was that the result of a TIA (small stroke)?
I think not.
Her last words as I passed through the door were "Wear your jacket on the plane."
I sobbed that she was thinking of my comfort when she was so near to death.
In October she was still living which surprised us all. She was relocated at the care
center to acomfortable private room where she could be somewhat independent
andthe still have the skilled care she required with the assistance of young aides.
She thought at least one young male aide had a crush on her. Her bloat was gone,
her mind was mostly back. We celebrated her birthday. She was distant from me
and my two sisters.
Was that the result of a TIA (small stroke)?
I think not.
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