"Every morning is the same."
I tried to give her a synopsis of Groundhog Day and got a blank look. She didn't know who Bill Murray was.
"Nobody comes to see me."
My brother comes once a week, but she doesn't remember.
"My own sister won't come to see me."
"Mom, Aunt Linda has MS. She doesn't go anywhere. She's had it for a couple years."
"I never thought I'd end up in a nursing home. How long have I been here?"
"Over a year. You came here after your ankle surgery as a result from a fall and then had to come back for good because of your falling so you could be in a safe place."
"I hate it here."
We had parts of this conversation over and over and over. Time to gently exit.
"I'm glad I was able to come see you today. Usually I babysit my granddaughter."
"You have a granddaughter??"
"Mom, Katy got married and had a baby last year. Rob's son and his girlfriend did also and are expecting another baby soon. Don't you remember us coming at Christmas? Everyone brought their kids and babies?"
"I remember that day."
That day was very exciting for her, but we noticed that she didn't call any of us by name.
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