When Michael’s mom was here, we had such interesting conversations.
I asked her who knows her best?
Who understands her? Who never needs an explanation of her decisions or behavior?
She has a wonderful older sister in Illinois who she talks with at least twice day. Cell phones: the accessory of the geriatric set. Mary said that this sister is the person who truly knows her.
While she was here, we talked a lot. She looked at me at one point and said, “We have known each other a long time.” So true. Almost 40 years.
About two weeks after she left us, she was staying at her brother's house with two of her sisters for a few days. I got a phone call from her late one afternoon.
“I want you to know that you know me better than anyone.”
Wow.
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