33 months....

...yes, since Mom fell and the resultant hip fracture, I can't believe its been almost three years.

Three years of Mom's decline into dementia.

Three years, such a really short period when placed into the 'cosmic reality'.

Then again, our lives are pretty short, at least the part of our lives that are 'on earth'.

So let's see, what have the last ten days brought, besides more of the same...laundry, bathroom stuff, wandering, repeating, eating with hands, fingers, picking up a fork and asking 'what's this for', trying to squeeze Diet Coke from a can when the glass is right in front of Mom.

33 months ago...maybe what I needed to have happen to realize Mom's condition...