I am actually typing this from Mom's place...sitting in the main room with several of the residents. She introduced me as "This is my other daughter, Kimberly Irene Mahan" I smiled, and she smiled back. "I'm remembering."
'Remembering what?'
"Everything."
'Well that's good. Tomorrow is Easter. We're going out to camp to visit everyone.'
"Oh good, I guess that means I better pack."
'No, Mom. NO PACKING.'
'"Not even a pair of jeans? Extra clothes?"
'No packing. No packing.'
"Well are we going to be living there?"
'No, Mom. Just visiting. NO PACKING'
"Well I can wear extra pars of underwear and you won't even know."
'No packing, Mom.'
We went through several rounds of the 'You live here.' game, then she said "Who is going to watch the baby?"
'What baby, Mom?' "The one I take care of all the time." 'I'm sure they'll take care of it for you, Mom.' "It is going to look at them and say 'you better feed me." We sat and just chatted for awhile, about all the friendly people in the room. She told me about the actress that was killed, and stampeded by a horse. Then out of the blue - 'You're losing weight. Looking good, girl. They haven't seen much of you around here They'll say 'who is that babe?'"
"Did you tell Chuck we're coming? I don't want to see him wear his birthday suit to dinner." 'He knows, Mom.. We're just going for dinner.' "You don't know Chuck like I do."
"I've got a real good picture of Paula, when you were taking care of her, when the mothering instinct kicked in. You won't believe how much Aunt Midge looks like my Mother. I didn't realize it until I came back here. I kept sa" Not sure what that's about... but I'm going to shut the computer down and give her my undivided attention for awhile.
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