I went to Atria today. I didn't want to go for lunch, so waited until 12:30 and saw that my mother was at a table, apparently talking to someone. I felt like I used to when Tom started kindergarten and cried every morning when I dropped him off. I would leave him, turn my back and walk away, but then find a place across the street where he couldn't see me, but I could watch him...and then the crossing guard would let me know later how he had done during the day.
Seeing my mother interacting with women at her table made me feel as hopeful as I felt when we were looking for places for her to move and I watched groups of women talking and laughing together over lunch. She needs to interact with others and today she did that. Of course for all I know she does it every day, but I hadn't really witnessed it before, since I'm always with her.
Anyway, I had come to refill her pill holder. I normally bring her new set of pills over the weekend, but with the combination of pouring rain on Friday and not having a car Saturday or Sunday it was today before I could get them to her. Fortunately, nothing she takes is keeping her alive, so missing a day isn't a big deal.
We visited for about half an hour, but I had a coughing fit (first one I'd had today, I think...I am much better) and decided to cut the visit short.