I was listening to an interview today with the guy who was trapped in his body for years. He was completely there mentally but had not way to communicate.
And then it hit me. Is that what life is like for mom? No body and no way to communicate? Is she sitting right there screaming at me to listen, to hear her, to know she is still there? How frustrating it must be to not have a body and to be able to observe those you love and not be able to communicate with them.
Maybe I'll talk to her more.
Out loud.
Like a crazy person.
Just in case.
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