She had some agitation and I held her face in my hands when she was in bed and said I love you
and she looked hopeful and said really
I said yes and she smiled and she said that's beautiful and her eyes lit up and I am her husband
Also I am her tomboy daughter dumping her around banging her into shit in her wheelchair and imagine her being stuck with me. But she adores me, as Linda said
Except for the dementia and the incontinence and the inability to walk or speak coherently or cook eat dress or clean herself if you look under that
she is my mom there,
humming and happy to see the dogs and the kids
just like Poppa was
She just needs a little help
