Dropped the little man at Pat's house. The little woman and I went grocery shopping and then picked up my mom. Went back to Pat's and had dinner and cake. We were celebrating Mom's birthday. She turned 76 this week. The little woman asked her how old she was and she said 70.
The great thing about dementia is we could pretend today was her birthday and she was happy. Even though she has balloons in her room from her actual birthday. It just doesn't compute for her anymore. So we had family time. While we were eating cake she asked if the Milk House was still open. She worked there when she was a teen. I just told her that I didn't know.
Mom is getting frailer and it is sad to watch. Her tunnel vision is getting worse. She no longer knows Pat's house. I'm still waiting for the day she asks about dad.
Today we take what we can get and feel grateful. It's a hard road our family is on.
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