Love
My mom seemed sluggish today during our visit: eyes half closed, a slurring of words. “I used to love you,” she said, part of her almost unintelligible word salad. We were sitting together at one of the tables in the main room. The occupational therapist was handing out different projects to the residents. One woman was gluing small colorful sticks onto a piece of cardboard, another sticking small round stickers onto a patterned paper, a third reading the newspaper and tearin