So strange a life... if we live long enough it all becomes meaningless. All the things, and even all the people. Although my mother is not quite at that point - things are not meaningless, they're just really really garbled! Today, the nursing home staff called me so my mother could talk to me; my mother said she felt like she was going crazy because she could have sworn that she had been speaking to her older sister... who's been dead for years... so she felt like she was going crazy, because I told her that her sister was dead. All while holding onto the idea that I was her baby sister, not her daughter. I would correct her, and she would say yes of course and then tell someone else that I was her baby sister.