Tuesday, April 19, 2011


I thought I knew what I would do when next I saw my mother. However, yesterday she insisted upon a hallucination as her reality. She expressed surprise that her children had visited without noticing the men with the rifle.

Her days of clarity get fewer and farther between, it seems. I don't know whether she departs reality because she cannot bear to be where she is, or if this is simple dementia.

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