Sunday, November 9, 2014 

Rob was out raking leaves. I was at the farmers’ market. So mom had been alone for a bit. When he came back in, mom was sitting in the living room, and she complained:

There’s someone in the kitchen.

No there isn’t.

I tell you there’s someone in the kitchen. I know. I saw them.

No one is there, Paula.

I saw them. 

Rob said she made an angry face and rolled her eyes at him and waived a hand. After all, he dismissed her vision or her sighting or whatever it had been. So now we have a new rule: If mom says she saw something or someone, then she actually saw something or someone—real or not. We need to honor that and help her through it.

So from now on, the cat in the fan, the man on the tree, the woman in her bedroom, and the person in the kitchen are very real to her and we will acknowledge them as such and help her through it all. We are now entering a new phase in this Twilight Zone of mom’s life. But to tell you the truth, who’s to say that she is not seeing these things. Whose eyes are closed in this scenario? Maybe the closer you get to leaving this earthly plain, the clearer your vision gets.