Originally Posted by reach for the stars 2
Beautiful quilts and such a good cause. My Aunt had that for years. When I went to see her she never spoke. She didn't know her children. I always told my cousins that there mother was somewhere in her mind where she was happy and well and to always remember that. Whether or not it's true I believe that with all my heart. It is the only way to think when you watch a loved one go through that devastating disease.
I know what you mean--I saw Lorna a couple of times shortly before she died--and like your aunt she just sat there, but when I touched her hand and said "Hi Lorna, it's Gladie." I really felt a spark of recognition for a brief moment. Thanks for sharing your story.