Wednesday, February 13, 2013

The David-Mom Connection before Germany


Sunday, May 29, 2011  6:08 pm.

Dear Kathy and Susan,
            I’m going to tell you about our visits with both David and Mom because in an emotional sense they were connected.
            We gave David his choice of Applebee’s or Thai, and he chose Thai.  But we went to the wrong one, not the one we went to a couple of months ago. This one was the Racing Cars Thai Café on Park.  Not as good, but David ate heartily. 
            I told David that Mom wasn’t able to get out any more but that she missed him and we’d take him to see her after she got settled in her new place.  I said we were on our way to see her, so if he had a message for her—
            “You mean, she’s still alive?”  he asked.
            He didn’t exactly cry, but a tear came out. 
            “Tell her that I love her.” 
            And then he asked, “Why did you stay away so long?”
             I was puzzled when I thought the question was for me, but I think maybe he meant it for Mom.  
            Again, I explained that she couldn’t go out any more but that she loved him and thought about him and asked about him (which, of course, she does).    Aside from that moment, he didn’t say much of anything at all before or after.
            When I shared this with Mom today—not the “You mean, she’s still alive?” part but the “Tell her I love her” message, Mom really seemed touched.  In fact, it was the only part of our hour with her that seemed to really connect with her instead of being something she was “supposed” to be doing. 
            She said, “Oh, thank you so much.  Oh, I’m so touched to hear that.” 
            By this time we were at the big table because Kay was having a very hard day, which means that she was making life difficult for Mom. 
            Ada asked about David, and Mom, who seemed very tired and as if she were struggling to find her words (except when she expressed such joy and relief getting the message from David), explained that he had…What was it?...And he’d had it since…?  But now he was doing better.  He’d found a niche. 
            I told Mom that whenever she wanted us to, we could bring David for a visit, and she expressed joy at that too.  (We’d have to meet far away from Kay.)
            So…the main obstacle to a good visit today was Kay’s state of mind and Mom’s trying to keep the peace and feeling exhausted. 
            When I first knocked on the door (closed) and went in, Mom was getting into bed and told me, “Kathy is in a very bad mood today.  She’s in the bathroom right now, but she’s asking me to leave, to move out.” 
            By the time Kay came out, Ada was with us.
            Kay asked us about Mom.
             “Now, how do you expect her to get better if she’s getting in and out of bed all the time and having all these visitors?  And there’s a wedding.  This is just too much. I want you out of here.  How would you like it if people kept walking through your house?  And I find things missing, and she’s taking them.” 
            At this point Mom said, “No!  I would never take anything from you!” 
            And I couldn’t help thinking  how unfortunate it is that Mom can’t always see Kay’s behavior as an aberration, reflecting on Kay’s condition/illness, not on Mom. 
            I told Mom we knew that she would never take anything, and I told Kay that I understood both of them needed time to themselves sometime, and I asked Mom whether she wanted to come out to the big table. 
            “I guess so,” she said, and she put in her teeth. 
            But I’m not sure we did the right thing in staying.  Maybe it would have been better to have let her stay in bed and get some rest.  She really did seem tired. 
            She ate a lot of brownies and drank the milk we’d brought.  Then they brought strawberry ice cream, and Mom and Ada both devoured that. 
            At one point, I asked Mom whether she wanted us to go or stay, and she said, “Stay until we’re having fun.” 
            About a half hour later, when I suggested that we let her sleep, she said, “But first you’d better wake me up.” 
            Donna, Kay’s daughter was here to visit her mom, and we explained that the flowers we’d brought were for both Mom and Kay (put on the bureau with the owl, to which Kay was talking until her daughter got there). 
            When I walked her back to her room, Mom said, “Instead of coming with me, you should be picking up the little pieces of paper that are on the rug.” 
            After she got into bed and we kissed and hugged goodbye (I kissed and hugged her, that is), I had a glass of water in the dining room, and I saw Mom come back in in spite of her fatigue and pick up the little pieces of paper.
            The only other notable thing was that she kept trying to arrange the flowers in the dining room.  They were in stagnant water and not very fresh, but she wanted to make them look better, and she also wanted to give one of the staff members a flower to wear in her lapel “Because you’re such a good person.”
            So…I’ll next see Mom when we get back from Germany.   I’ll go to see her on Thursday, June 11.
            I’ve sent you both my itinerary.  We’ll take our cell phones, but I’m not sure whether they’ll function.  Mine is 415 624-7930.

            I hope you’re both all right, and I hope you have good visits with Mom while I’m gone.

            Love,
            Tina

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