Dad never visited Mom while she was in the home. He was too chicken shit. Diane didn't either. Well, she visited a few times, but only went she came to visit me and I took her. She was probably chicken shit as well. Hell, I was pretty damn chicken shit myself.
Actually no one visited Mom except me. And I certainly didn't go that often because it was just too painful. Allan went in the beginning, but that petered out.
I really didn'texpect Jess to go; she was a freshman in high school and had never really known my mom while she was still sort of normal.
But I did think Larry would go since she and Dad were such a big part of his life when he was younger. He didn't and that was sad for me.
When Mom was taken to the hospital after her odd falling-asleep episode, Dad had not seen her in over a year. Two days after Mom was checked into the hospital, Dad went with me. But he wouldn't go up to the room; he didn't want to "upset" her. I left Dad in the lobby and had been sitting in the room for about an hour when suddenly Dad appeared in the room. I about fell out of the chair, but Mom just looked at him and said, "Huh, well there you are," like she'd seen him just the day before.
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