Mom was doing ok today. I stopped by on my way home from my morning group run, and brought her some milk to keep in her fridge. She was sitting in the main room at a table with 2 other women, and had just finished lunch. I went to check her apartment and put the milk away, then sat down for a bit.
Mom was talkative and in a fairly good mood but it was hard to piece together what she was trying to say. She was clearly in the past, mentioning a field of tulips, and singing, and bringing the tulips to someone. She also mentioned Clinton, Massachusetts and how much she enjoyed it there, and that I had a lot of aunts and uncles there, real old ones. "Paula looks the most like my grandmother." I can't know for sure which grandmother she's referring to, but I'm assuming it is my grandfather's mother, who I think she was partially named after.
She was jumping all over the place, but I tried to follow along, and then told her I would see her tomorrow.
"Please do. I really look forward to seeing you."
'I know, Mom. Have a good evening. I'll see you tomorrow.'
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