Our Visit with Mother on Sunday

Mother was sitting at her lunch table ready to eat when Cody and I walked in to see her. She looked at me, and I never speak till she recognizes me, and she looked and looked and then started sobbing. She said I haven't seen you in so long, I said yes I know. I felt really bad about this but then again I felt okay she knew me and knew it had been some time. I have been told she knows no one. But she does know me and she pushed me out of the way to see if Cody was with me and needed a hug from her. Mother was with us mostly that Sunday. She didn't want to continue eating but I persuaded her with cody and I sitting next to her. We went to her room afterwards and I polished her nails, fixed her hair, ( why must she always look like a chicken?) rubbed lotion on her arms and her back and talked to her. Most of the time she had a horrible time saying some words but she listened to what we were saying. I called her brother after convincing her she had a brother and she talked to him, but repeated over and over I haven't seen you in so long, please come to see me. He has now retired at 85 and appears to be going down hill. His daughter has said he is getting confused about things. He loves talking to Mother though, and so I insist she try and talk to him and she does. This time before I could hang up she said WHO WAS THAT MAN? lol... How quickly we forget who and what. My nephew's wife came and brought my mother's great grandson. They come very frequently, so mother knows who he is if not exactly he belongs to her. She is very familiar with him. She got very nervous with us all in her " room. " Evidently they sit with him out in the big room, which as much energy as he has, we will also the next time we see them. Mother wandered out of the room and I found her sitting out in the other room just talking away, showing off her nails.  I explained she either came back, we came out or I was leaving. She quickly got up. Leaving was as hard as coming this time, she sobbed and clung to me and Cody not wanting us to go. I explained I had to work, do laundry, etc and we would be back. But leaving with her crying is very hard. She misses us clearly even though she probably didn't remember that night that we had been there. That is my only relief in having her where she is, she doesn't remember.