Momma loves my friends. One in a special way.

She said: “So when are you getting married? It must be soon.”
He: “First I have to find the girl.”
She: “I’m a girl!”

Go Mom! What other woman would have that spontaneity – that wit, confidence and freedom?

Sometimes she says “I’m sure he doesn’t remember who I am”.
I say: “Au contraire, you’re the one woman who loves him wholeheartedly. If ever he is feeling down, all he has to do is think of you, and he feels good.”

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He’s been away for 2 months, now he’s back in town. He’ll come here next week. Mom asks “Is he married yet?” No. “Good – I can still pretend he’s mine.”
And: “Why is he coming here? I know it’s not to see me, but that doesn’t stop me from loving him.”

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Mom does not have any friends at the Day Center to which she goes once or twice per week, but still I sometimes wonder:

If Mom was in a nursing home, would she blossom in romance?
(as depicted in Allan King’s documentary “Memory for Max, Claire & Ida”, in Sarah Polley’s film “Away from Her”, and John Mighton’s play “Half Life”.)

I’ll guess that if she’s miserable in the Day Centre, she’ll be miserable in a nursing home. When we go to social events, if hugs are offered, she becomes Princess Charming. Maybe someone special will join the Day Center tomorrow. Or maybe to find that someone she needs an ocean with more fish – the bigger population of a nursing home.

I guess I’m a hopeless romantic.

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