Pat met mom after therapy was over at 4. I asked mom when I got to the facility at 530 what she had done that day.
She said her knees and legs are really stiff and they're focusing on them. She wanted to know why Pat or me or David needed to be there when it was over. I told her in case they had instructions for the week.
"I ain't got so feeble that I can't repeat what they say to me" she said. Donald said she was sitting at the supper table without anything to drink. He got her some milk.
She said someone told her preacher Webber said he can't come over there any more. She didn't have details. She said Joyce took her to therapy but another lady came to get her. "I feel more like a hot potato every day" she mused.
Back in the room I went over the "you're not my momma" thing from the other day and realized that there's a very old children's book called Are you my mother or something like that. Let me look. Yeah here it is.
Donald and I tried to get her to smile for a photo. "Most every morning I wake up with a song in my chest" she said. "I don't sing it so as not to wake anyone up."
