Tonight is the one year anniversary. My mom’s beau (87) called up to my room saying, “I think you should know this. Your mother just stood in front of the microwave not knowing how to turn it on. Same thing with the television.”
The next morning, before I knew it, her ride picked her up and wisked her away to her pool class, with no suit underneath. I got a concerned call. That day her beau and I took Mom to the ER. No evidence of stroke was found. Something had happened though, and she’s never been the same.
The next morning I came downstairs to find her wandering around in a daze, half dressed. It was obvious she couldn’t be alone. The troops were rallied (my sister and brother, who are now there with her). In those first two months it was mostly me. It was a very rough transition for both my mom and I. No one has quite recovered. However, we count our many blessings!
This was one of my last blog posts, chronicling what happened. It’s hard to believe a whole year has passed. I’ve been in a time warp.