The weekend’s vigil with my Auntie was a grind. Saturday was agitations and flailing with no awareness of who she was talking to. Sunday was total withdrawal and lost to us. Efforts to talk resulted in once or twice a head shake…at least I thought it was a head shake: ‘do you want some water?’ A subtle movement of the jaw and maybe a head shake sideways? Really no idea. Monday even more withdrawn. Updates to the family far and wide. “I thought she was dying?” Let me explain….again.
The sky sputtered snow on and off. My aunt, cold to the touch, lay beneath a cozy blanket. A new week for work, balanced by a now intermittent vigil. Life goes on? The snow, cold/wet, comes down hard for now.