Conversation With Mom
My mom has dementia. Normally I visit her on Tuesdays and Thursdays. This week I happened to drop by on Wednesday evening as well. Since she had seen me three times in a row, yesterday morning I jokingly asked, “Are you tired of me showing up on your doorstep?” Quite relieved, she said, “Oh, I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve been by myself all day!” It was 10:00 a.m. “Well, [Corey]’s here,” “No. [Corey] went to Las Vegas. And I don’t know when he’ll be back. But it sounds like he will be gone for a long time.” “Well, his car’s out front.” “Oh, is it? Well he must have taken the train to Las Vega...