I spent a lovely day with the Princess Mom yesterday. She seemed a lot more in-the-moment than she has in the last several weeks... when she was awake, that is.
There was an occasional zinger of a "where did that come from?" or two, just when she had me lulled into thinking that the disorientation was completely gone or that she still didn't have a gray hair or two to bestow upon me (like, for example, the fact that she tried to get out of bed and go to the bathroom on her own one night last week, and took a header into her closet in the process).
All in all, though, a very nice day.
We spent quite a bit of time out on the back deck enjoying cool breezes and warm sunshine, and counting the small planes flying overhead on their way in and out of Clow Airport that seemed so close we could reach up and touch them. We talked about family and friends. Cards she'd received. A party she'd attended at my sister's house the day before.
TPM dozed for a little bit, and when she woke up from her nap, in a musing tone she said, "I wonder what will happen after I die?"
"Well, what do you think is going to happen, Mom?"
"I don't know... but I hope I'm going to meet my Lord. It's my dearest wish," she said, and she smiled.
"In your case, I'd say it's quite likely. And that you'll run across more than a few other familiar souls, too."
She looked up and the sky and thought for a moment. "I hope so."
"You'll have to let me know after you get there," I said with a grin.
"Well, I don't know. But I'll try."