When speaking became too difficult for her, I tell Dr. Richtor at our first meeting, I began to know the moods of Mom's face as a cocktail waitress each of her tables; which needed clearing, tending refreshing . . .
I live in my grandmother's house. Just for now. Just passing through for a few months. Now that I'm here I can't believe that she spent so much time alone before I arrived. She's always falling and knocking over lamps, leaving stove-burners on, whatever you can think of.
At night when I walk by the open door to her darkened bedroom I can hear her praying out loud, to the "Sisters of St. Francis." It feels very intrusive, and I try not to listen, but sometimes I can't help it.
I live in my grandmother's house. Just for now. Just passing through for a few months. Now that I'm here I can't believe that she spent so much time alone before I arrived. She's always falling and knocking over lamps, leaving stove-burners on, whatever you can think of.
At night when I walk by the open door to her darkened bedroom I can hear her praying out loud, to the "Sisters of St. Francis." It feels very intrusive, and I try not to listen, but sometimes I can't help it.
My grandfather allegedly wrote his "memoirs" on napkins and receipts, but when my mother and her sisters went to read them after he died, they discovered his writing was in code. I'm so intrigued!!! The sisters won't talk about it much, though, which is even weirder.
I did not consider the pedophile angle with regard to the ice cream. I LIKE IT!