During a recent three-way conversation between my eighty-two year old mother who suffers from Alzheimer's disease, my sister Caron and me:
“Mom, you’re a good egg,” I say.
“Well, thank you,” she replies.
Caron chimes in something like, “and I’m a hard-boiled egg,” and I said, “no, you're a rotten egg, I'm totally fried, and Mom’s scrambled,” to which we all chuckle.
As Caron reassesses what kind of egg she is, Moms says:
“Gee, I’m gettin’ kinda hungry!”
We all burst out into laughter. Classic Harriette, I think to myself.
Dammit, though. I wish Calvin could know her and I wish she could know Calvin and remember him in her heart.
“Mom, you’re a good egg,” I say.
“Well, thank you,” she replies.
Caron chimes in something like, “and I’m a hard-boiled egg,” and I said, “no, you're a rotten egg, I'm totally fried, and Mom’s scrambled,” to which we all chuckle.
As Caron reassesses what kind of egg she is, Moms says:
“Gee, I’m gettin’ kinda hungry!”
We all burst out into laughter. Classic Harriette, I think to myself.
Dammit, though. I wish Calvin could know her and I wish she could know Calvin and remember him in her heart.
Hi Christy! I just wanted you to know that Calvin is in Ms Harriette's heart :) ...she has a picture of him on her dresser...and I ask her about him often....so, just to let you know...she remembers when she sees a picture....so, your wish has come true...Hope all is well with you...Steph
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ReplyDeleteso nice of you to write. miss you guys so much. thanks for taking such amazing care of my mom.
oxoxoxox,
christy