“Herb had to take me to the hospital this morning,” my mom said. “My blood pressure was all wonky and I had a headache. I was afraid I was having a stroke.”
Herb. My father, who died last week. I caught my breath.
“Stewart took you to the hospital?” I suggested. My brother.
“Yes,” she confirmed, her tone suggesting I was being obtuse. “But everything was all right. They told me I need to get a massage. I’m just tense, over the events of the last week.”
She didn’t even know she’d said the wrong name.
I didn’t point it out.
“I’m glad everything is okay, Mom,” I said.
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I liked your tale but the substance must be a worry?
Best wishes…
Thanks.
hugs and love, my thoughts and prayers to you and your family, its a hard thing in life to loose a loved one.
Its a sad thing to read, but i am glad you shared it with us, thank you
Thanks, Simono.
There is nothing abnormal about this. Adjusting to loss is a process, and patience, always patience, is a must-for all, towards all.
Oh, I know. Dad wouldn’t have taken her before, either. He’s been blind for 25 years, so he wouldn’t be driving. Just a small thing.
Hi Shawn,
I am very sorry to hear about your great loss. Grief can make people confused. It is obvious that your father was much on your mother’s mind. I wouldn’t be too concerned. May God comfort you and your family at this time.
Blessings,
Mollie
Thanks, Mollie.