Mom sits upright on the couch and looks over at me.Mom: I have to pee.
She stares at me like she's awaiting a response.
Me: Okay.
Mom: Do I need a key?
Me: Nope, the door's unlocked.
She gets up and makes her way to the bathroom. I think it was interesting that she associated bathrooms with locked doors and needing to get a key to gain access. There isn't a lock on the bathroom door...and hasn't been for, oh, 50 years!
[h/t to pt harriet on Flicker for the pic.]
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2 comments:
You're such a good son. I can't imagine being in the same position.
In my experience with my grandmother, sometimes older memories take the place of what she had known for dozens of years. I think you handled that very well.
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