| Ooops, details later, but I saw Mom yesterday, and she looked very much like her charming, twinkling eyed self. She had a black sweat suit on, and she looked amazing. Her eyes did that wonderful baby blue twinkle she does when she's "present" and she was loving and touching and I miss her so damn much -- the distance really rots when coupled with my health issues. Same old litany, but same old frustration building building up always. She had a new cut on her hand, but when I showed it to the staff, it was unbandaged so I thought they may have missed it, but they said they knew and had cleaned it. Mom was upset by the look of her bruised forearms, but they looked like there were less to me, so I told her she looked better. She was not feeling well, but she rallied for me and Gordy, the consummate host and, "party girl". Did I mention she had planned to write about her grande parties she threw, and call it, "Confessions of a Party Girl"? I wish she had, or at least started notes or a diary. They were all hum-dingers. I digress, as usual. The people, the staff, at WSH ward E-8 are an amazing bunch of souls. I sure hope the lotto and lottery tickets stuck among their goodie bag of treats wins them mucho dinero. They are such a deserving group. And they care, and I can't ask for any more than that. Gerry looked well, twinkled, and was spewing names from her past, so I imagine she was going down memory lane of sorts. I love her beyond the capability of words. I wish the place was more easy on the eyes and ears, but the staff is stellar. Be safe Mom during the storm...last storm they only had a few generators able to work. But I hope they care for her as I believe they will, she will be afraid. She mentioned she gets afraid now when she's left alone. But, she was there and knew me, if not my name. Such a strong brave lady. I'm with you always Mom. {{{huggers}}}
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