the discerning palate lives…

my mom hasn’t spoken words audible, understandable words in months… until…

daughter: (feeding my mom a nursing home vanilla ice cream cup) mom, do you want some more dessert?
little tobin: (face squished, mouth pursed, eyes eager) yes, a better one. (clear as day)

 

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!)