Memories of you
The nurse in charge today at St. Theresa’s used to work for mom at a nursing home when mom was director of nursing a long time ago.
She told me and mom that she remembers her well and that everyone was dependent on mom because she always had everything under control. She told mom, “Can I tell Charlotte, you are in here?” and mom nodded yes.
“She will be thrilled to know where you are, after Katrina, I went off for two years and then came back to work here.”
The nurse told me, “I knew the name, but knew her as Pat, not Patricia, and didn’t recognize your mom because her face is so swollen.”
It was a nice filling in of the picture. As just the other day, I was looking for something and stumbled across an entry to my blog in 2007, where me, mom and Jerri were sitting at breakfast and J and I were talking about how lucky we are in our lives and how happy we are and mom said she felt peaked. Two years ago, she was having trouble being out and about.