I went to see Miriam last night. Not sure it was a good idea.
When I got in town yesterday I went straight to the IOOF home where Miriam lives. She was not angry to see me, nor particularly happy either.
She was sitting in a big recliner watching the pictures on TV (she cannot follow any plot anymore). I had them put her in her wheel chair. We visited and I took her outside for a walk. It was OK, though she slept through most of it.
Last evening I went back. It was about 6:30 and they had her in bed already. As I walked in the room she was hollering "Arline." "Arline." "Arline." etc. (Arline is our oldest daughter and her #1 caregiver the last two years.)
"What do you want Arline for?" "I don't know."
I might have settled her down and I might not have. I had a friend with me, and we did not stay long.
We did not do anything that made me happy and I don't think we did anything that made her happy either. When I asked her about her dinner, she said they did have food in the home, and when I said that NO, they feed her 3 times a day, she was not convinced.
So I come back and ask? Why do I visit? Not for her really and not really for my bank of memories of my dear one.
I do it because I should I guess. I am not sure how often driving 500 miles to do that ritual is worth it for either of us.