It was such a sad, depressing day
We went to visit Mom who is in a sub-acute rehab facility since the stroke in March, brought her an adorable, bright colored capri set which the aides promptly dressed her in. My brother picked up Chinese takeout, I picked up Italian pastries; she ate not a bite.
It is very difficult to engage her in conversation, she confuses very easily. I can see deep in her eyes that she is trying very hard to comprehend and retain the conversation, but then she glazes over and I can see the sadness there.
We all want to have hope that she will improve but with each visit I have no choice but to accept that she's not the vibrant, active Mom she was.
I want my old Mom back.