It Was Bound to Happen

Yesterday, Larry and I went to visit Mom.  I was feeling that I especially missed her because it had been 2 weeks since my last visit.  When we got there, she was sleeping in the dining room and it was very hard to wake her.  She said hello and went right back to her naps.  I spoke to the nurse to alert her to the possibility that there is a UTI brewing ( since that's been the M.O. for a long while when Mom is soooo sleepy).  Mom woke to eat her lunch and seemed a little more "with it".  She spoke very little but ate slowly.  Larry showed her a picture of Asher's toothless smile and we tried to explain her connection to him.  She didn't remember Asher, or Dan, or who I am in relation to her. I told her my name, and reminded her that I'm her daughter, but to no avail.  She just shrugged and I could see the vacancy that appears more and more on her face.

It was bound to happen, but it didn't hurt any less!  The process of me losing my mother is slow and painful and this is yet another milestone in that separation.