Since my aunt’s outburst on Halloween night, she has been very subdued and sleepy. She is sleeping through the night and spends much of the day dozing. Communicating with her is rarely in the present now. She worries where her husband is (long passed), she does not talk about her possessions, although when she does possess any energy, she endlessly rearranges her possessions in her room. A cast of characters visit her (all passed) and her spatial assessments are askew (she often views her self in upstairs/downstairs arrangements). Her voice is weak and gentle in tone. She may snap out of this as she has in the past. She has surprised us with renewed verve. Her meds are not an issue. We await the arrival of the new home visiting physician to assess her for an infection although her temp’s are normal.
It is a time to hold her hand. Whisper to her sweet words. A few calls have been made to favorite niece and nephews but no one seems to be home. She leaves weak, forced little messages on their answering machines (if they have one). Our visits are felt, but forgotten in short order. It is like that at times. The eyes closed. A visiting voice. A touch. A pat. A kiss.