Wednesday, February 4, 2015 

Sometimes mom sings and hums. Sometimes she just talks to herself. Sometimes she carries on conversations and even arguments with an unseen companion. She’s in another world most of the time. But it’s haunting to hear her sing while she is in bed. If I go in to see how she’s doing, mom will look up at me and raise her voice in song, singing some words from an old Italian song and making up the rest to fill in the gaps. I sometimes wonder if I will hear her songs wafting through the house after she’s gone, the way filmmakers do it in ghost stories.

As for bringing mom to a home for respite, it’s still in the works. These things take time and will necessitate another trip to the GP even before she can be admitted for one day. Updates to follow.