I was awakened at 5:30 this morning by the sound of my mother murmuring quietly, over and over and over, "Help me. Please help me." And my dad asking, "Do you want water?" "Do you want the bathroom?" "What do you want?" Over and over and over.
It reminded me of when Cat was little and her only sentence was "Hep me, Mama!" and we turned it into a parody of the Beach Boys' song, "Help me, Rhonda."
My mom's language skills are slipping away. Last night I heard her tell my dad that her pants were very, very afraid.
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