Pictured is half of my mom’s meds. My sister wrote down very specific directions and everything is laid out in a calendar pill box. Still, it’s a lot.
This morning, after she questioned “the system,” I told her she could just take the pills like we said or she can be in a home where there are nurses 24/7. “I’ll take the pills.”
Then we got a knock on the door. Mom’s neighbor and singing partner, Bob, told me to move my car from visitor parking. Bob is the snow removal liaison for the senior community and visitor parking is where they pile the plowed snow. He told me to park in spot 712.
Mom told me, “Bob knows who’s died and left an open parking spot so you can trust him. Unless they died overnight, then he doesn’t know.”