It was the Thursday before Memorial Day-- time to take the winter wear out of Nana's closet and bring in the bright, summery clothes for the season ahead. I arrived at 8:30 am with a laundry basket and a large bag of her clothing, timing my visit for when she was usually at church. (I figured that I would get all the clothes in and out of her closet while she was occupied, so that I wouldn't get too much "help"-- haha.)
"Oh, hello." She was sitting in her bedroom, tying her shoes.
"Hi Mom. I have all your summer clothes. Just thought I would switch out your closet and get you ready for Summer."
"Really? It's Summertime?"
"Almost. This is Memorial Day weekend."
"Wow. I didn't know that! Good idea."
"Why don't you go downstairs and have breakfast, and then afterwards, we can go for a walk. I will get your closet done while you are gone."
"That would be lovely. Thank you."
Hmmm.... No suggestion that I join her for breakfast and then she would "help" me? No kiss?
That's when it hit me. She doesn't know who I am. She thinks that I have been hired to take care of her closets! I have always known that this day would come, but it still hurt a bit.
I dragged all her winter clothes out of the closets and stuffed them in the back of our van. I then coordinated all her summer clothes, hopefully making it easier for her to put together an outfit. After about an hour and a half, I heard the front door open. Mom turned towards the bedroom and spotted me coming out of her closet. She threw her arms wide and smiled.
"Nancy, you're here! I'm so glad to see you!"
I got a big hug and kiss. My Mom was back.
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