the spirit is unbroken…

little tobin: jes, it’s you?
daughter: yup, it’s me mom…
little tobin: (inching her face close to mine) don’t be afraid, ok?

-okay cut me open and rip out my heart now, why don’t cha!-

(dementia will never kill her loving, caring, compassionate spirit… it may have taken her life, her mobility, the majority of her memories… but her core will always be there, continually looking out for others… a true testament to the woman & mother she is and always will be…)

tidbits from the weekend…

nurse: lil, lil… how was your lunch?
little tobin: good… (pensively forming a thought) but the service sucked…
daughter: (i just realized i was the service…)

resident on unit: hey guy! guy! … hey guy!
daughter: (tap on my shoulder behind me…)
resident on unit: hey, hey guy! are you the one who brought me the ice cream last week?
daughter: noooo, i don’t think so…
resident on unit: wait, are you a guy?
daughter: nope, i’m sure not…
resident on unit: well, then obviously you didn’t bring me the ice cream… why didn’t you just say so!
daughter: (beyond no clue what to say… but once again, must grow out this hair!)

a snapshot of the past 48hrs…

daughter: hey mom, this is mr. d*, he’s here to help..you guys can chat about tattoos, he’s got a few…
little tobin: well then he’s a big pervert!
daughter: huh? but you have a tattoo…
little tobin: hey! who we talkin’ about, me or him?
daughter: well technically you…

ambulance lady: ok we’re going to head out now, if you have any concerns or want to chat, just give me a shout…
little tobin: well, you don’t have to worry about that. I’m pretty positive I already hate you…
daughter: annnddd we’re off!…

little tobin: hey, you think that guy is available?
daughter: god i hope not…

*(mr. d’s identity has been withheld to protect his privacy, because obviously i’m very concerned with personal privacy…)