Happy Birthday Chat With Mom, But Few Memories.

BRRRRR

Mom: "Hello?"
Diane: "MOTHER?" (We laugh at my usual greeting.)
M: "Yes,"
D: "Happy Birthday!!"
M: "Thank you. Thank you for the flowers!"
D: "I didn't send any flowers. I sent candy! But, you;re welcome for both." (We laugh)
M: "Oh, I loved the candy."
D: "Great, now don't eat too much at once."
M: "No."
D: "So, how is your back patch working?" (On last call she was getting memory meds via patch)
M: "Well, I don't know."
D: "Who am I?"
M: (indignantly) "My DAUGHTER."
D: (I laugh.) "Good. What is my name?" (Last time she kept saying, "Jason.")
M: "DIANE!"
D: "Wow! That's great!"
M: "I wouldn't forget your name!" (Uh-oh, she did on last several calls.)
D: "How old are you today?"
M: "41! No...that can't be right...how old?"
D: "Guess."
M: "51? No, wait I was figuring this out before you called...51."
D: "81."
M: "81? No."
D: "Yes, I'm your baby and I'm 52! We're getting old! (We laugh)
M: "I guess so."
D: "Well, have a nice day. Anything new?"
M: "No."
D: "Okay, talk to you later."
M: "Okay, thanks for calling."

CLICK She and I used to talk a lot about getting older, when I was a kid, she always said she would be happy to hit 80. Her mom died in her mid-fifties. With her bad diet, stress, smoking, I never thought she would see 75. You go, Mom.