Monday, May 30, 2011
I think I have lost those moments of cognitive thoughts from my mom. Luck had it my sister called and was able to speak with her. It is hard to watch this robust woman become small and fragile. Tho my caregiver from Home Instead and I continue to offer food. It seems to end up remaining in her mouth. I know I should talk more about our life but, sometimes I do not know what to say. Many nights I am afraid to check on her. She may be gone.
Posted by Marty at Monday, May 30, 2011