Time with my mother is both sad and interesting. Interesting because her personality has changed to the point where she has become very funny. i guess losing your cognition can do that for a person.
Sad because, well, in spite of how well they are designed, a nursing home is a nursing home. She takes it better than i do, than all of us do, usually not saying anything about it. We prefer to translate that as she doesn't remember her previous life. But there are moments when she remembers all too well, and makes side comments about whether or not we will take her home.
If our homes are our heads, our souls, our hearts, i am not sure hers is anywhere.
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