Sometimes
The day is grey and rainy, not conducive to an upbeat and positive attitude. I know it's going to be a long day when Mom wakes up not sure where she is and asking if I have been here all night. Perhaps it is the inclement weather that is affecting her too, but she is feeling very lonely and questioning her move to Florida, and everything else. Sometimes, the repitition is easy to manage. Sometimes it is not. Today, not so much. We are rehashing over and over and over - the strokes, the fractured hip, HER decision to make the move. My heart and mind understand that she does not remember, not to take things personally, but dammit, sometimes it is difficult. Several times in recent months she has commented that I lie. I can tell by her looks that she is not believing what I tell her and the 'bullshit!' comment is also a very good indication. Did she sign anything? No. Was she aware of her decision? Yes. What were her options? Move here or ha...