Sunday, December 24, 2006

After lunch, Mike and I visited Mother at the nursing home. I took her gift, a card, and some old Christmas pictures for her to see. She liked the new blue sweater, "Looks warm," she said. Then she read the card aloud several times showing it to us like we'd never seen it. She recognized her children in the pictures, but didn't know Daddy. "Don't you remember Silas Johnson, your good-looking husband?" I asked. She looked at me with the blankest stare, then shook her head, "No, I don't," she replied. We went through this several times. She never showed any recognition of Daddy.
She had a Christmas card from Ricky Bishop, and claimed to remember him, but not Daddy. I finally gave up, as she nodded off for her afternoon nap. Merry Christmas, Jack!

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