Sunday, January 2, 2011


...from a phone chat with a neighbor...

There's really nothing that one can do about Mom's condition, there's no going back to the way she was even a year ago.

I'm sure (since I've never had any myself) that raising kids must at least be 'hopeful' since one can see progress being made in learning, thinking, reasoning.

It is very hard to find 'hope' with Mom, at least 'hope' that has a time reference of anything more than an hour or so.

So maybe I live hour by hour?

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