Today when I arrived at 2 pm, Mom was sound asleep in her recliner and unrousable.
I talked with her caregiver for a few minutes, but Mom never said a thing.
Then I asked Mom to wake up to sign her name on three birthday cards. She talked to me but did not open her eyes.
"Open your eyes, Mom, if you are talking to me," I said.
She answered but did not open her eyes. Somehow we got the cards signed in a wide, loopy version of her signature.
I told her I was leaving and said goodby.
Thank goodness for a few sleepy days interspersed with the challenging days.