My mother tossed out another little gem of info today (again, via my husband, cause I don't exist).
It seems that, when HER parents were sick (back in 1977 and 1985) that she took care of them. Also, apparently, she often cleaned their house for them.
My mother is truly talented.
Why?
Because she was able to achieve these feats while living 6 hours and 500 miles away. Yet, according to her current brain cells, she was (I guess) able to frequently magically transport herself to 500 miles to care for her ailing parents.
My own, feeble memory had told me that my Aunt took care of them when they were dying, cleaned (or hired cleaning people), and spent their last moments with them. For some reason, my brain has also tricked me into believing that we went to visit each grandparent maybe once during the illness...and then went back for the funeral.
At learning this today, I sent my Aunt a note and told her I was glad to know she'd had this help during that time. After no doubt vomiting in her mouth, my Aunt surely let out a scream heard by all neighbors within a nuclear strike zone.
For some reason neither I, nor my Aunt, nor my sister have any memory of my mother cleaning anything while visiting. In fact, my sister's thoughts are filled with images of my mother living at the kitchen table...iced tea and cigarette in hand...playing penny blackjack for hours on end with whomever was around.
Obviously, we must all be wrong. Because my mother is ALWAYS right.
Funny how memory works, especially when you can convince yourself that you are right and everyone else remembers wrong. I'm so sorry you have to deal with this, it must be beyond frustrating!
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