...last night around midnight. I left work for an extended lunch to visit her yesterday since we spent a long weekend in Seattle. Good thing. She looked good, if drugged out of her gourd. I figured she'd last till Sunday and longer.
Guess not.
Talking to yourself is a sign of impending mental collapse.
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sorry stu. lucky you were able to see her one last time. you ll remember that.
when my mom's mom died, she was living in our house in maine. i sent flowers from oregon, and she had been comatose for a few days, with only a few moments of clarity. when the flowers arrived, she was her old self for a moment and talked about me when my mom told her about who they came from. she died shortly thereafter.
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