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To: Ish who wrote (15296)	6/23/2002 7:29:44 PM
From: Poet	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 21057

Hi Ish, You know what? I saw you posting and just knew you'd have some insights and words of comfort to share. Thanks for coming through. May I ask this: how did you handle her talking about the past as though it were the present? Did you sit back and listen and not correct her? You sound like a very attentive and loving son.

To: Ish who wrote (15296)	6/23/2002 7:45:46 PM
From: E	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 21057

Now with my dad having died and my mom in a nursing home there was a ton of paper work to handle. What was really interesting was I'd bring down the paper work, give her a smoke and a coffee and she'd be as smart as a bank lawyer. Really sharp. Once the paper work was done she'd drift off. That is so interesting. I guess their minds go where it makes them feel the best to go, and one of your mother's places was the hayride and another was focusing on the paperwork. I saw a homeless woman (from the signs, she seemed homeless; the shopping cart, for example) in the city today and although she must have been around 80, she had made up her face heavily, bright red smeary lips, heavy eye makeup, odd hair ribbons, and she was dressed alarmingly and indescribably (especially if one looked away quickly), but somehow you could see that the suggestion of her clothing (on this hot day) was the same as of her makeup--she was being a pretty young girl. She was talking to herself, making lively remarks, smiling. (No one was paying the least attention.) It's odd that this topic came up, because when I saw her, I thought about my father's reenactment-by-storytelling of the happiest, most potent days of his life. I guess the best for her was when she was a pretty girl, and she just... went back there. Life. eeek.