Last week I went to see my mom a few times. One early evening, she wouldn't open her eyes-for anyone-and was refusing to eat. I tried to look at it from the perspective of a toddler in the midst of a quiet tantrum; the implosion brand. If such a thing exists.
I was told there would a "rough transition" after making the MOVE. And that is what it is, I guess.
My social diagnosis (as I pretended among the staff to have my "big girl panties" on, while in reality crying in her room as I was taking photographs from the Creative Memories albums she and I made in the 2000's to go with the biography sheets I completed for the facility.)
|Oh God she's pretty. High school prom photo, her on a trip during which she hung out with James Mercer's (Yes! the lead singer of The Shins) family in Sidney, MT, and lovin' on Alex.|