This is the decoration outside the door to
the Memory Care Unit at Atria:
I found macabre humor in the idea of
skeletons hanging on this particular wing of Atria, where everyone is--let's
be honest--waiting to die.
I did take exception to the scarecrow sitting
in the chair across from this display.
She's sitting in the chair where I sit while
waiting for someone to come and let me into the locked unit. Harumph.
There are a few skeletons and pumpkins
hanging along the halls, but I suspect nobody knows what day it is and has
no concept of Halloween. I know my mother didn't, when I went to see
her yesterday.
I hadn't seen her in almost a week but
fortunately she didn't realize that. I told her about my fall and how
my back hurt too much to walk the long walk down to the Memory Care unit
(the back is fine now, by the way) and she was solicitous, which interrupted
any feelings she might have had about my not being there in such a long
time.
The visit was back to the usual discussion of
age, how old she is, she can't be that old, etc. She asked me what I had
been doing with "Mom" lately. She misses her mother so much and
occasionally thinks she sees her, though it's not in a hallucination sort of
way, but more when she is asleep. Of all the relatives who have gone
before her, her mother is the one she most wants to see again. She
never mentions her father.
She talked about how many activities there
were to do at Atria and smugly and proudly let me know that she never
participated in ANY of them. That always makes me sad, knowing how
many opportunities she missed since she moved to Atria. She wouldn't
even go to the theater to see a movie, she was so uncomfortable, afraid she
would do something wrong--and this was when she had it all together
mentally!
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