Jonathan and Riley are buddies.
She loves Jon.
Jack loves everyone.
Mamaw visited as well with my aunt. Mamaw has dementia. About once a week in the last month she's lived with my dad's sister she visits on Mondays because she gets upset about things and wants to see my dad.
I haven't really talked a lot about Mamaw around here because it's a complicated story. A story that begins 2 years ago when she had her stroke, picks up again a month ago when her caregiver (my other aunt) was hospitalized for whatever it was (the extended family still has no idea.) Mamaw is angry about a lot of things, one of which is a financial situation in which she was taken advantage of. And on top of it, she isn't herself anymore. At least not the way she used to be.
Ultimately all I know is this: one day you are Riley, carefree with blocks and bubbles. The next day you're Mamaw, older, angry and lacking any will to live. I often hear that growing old is a gift, and I'm sure that's partly right. But sometimes I wish we could all just check out at our peak and be done with it.
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