Friday we had an appointment to meet with my mother’s doctors to discuss her long term care and next steps. We went up to her room ahead of the meeting time. Mom was awake, lying in bed. Usually she’s been asleep when I come in, so this was a good sign.
I walk up to the bedside and say, Hi Mom.
She just looks at me and says, who are you?
Throughout all that has gone before, as groggy, disoriented and confused as she has been at past times, she always recognized me.
We’ll go back today, see if she remembers us. I’ll bring along the scrapbook of her life to help jog her memory.