My mom mixed up words sometimes as she spoke. She also switched sounds within words in a phrase. Family members jotted down some of her strange sayings.
Some people draw energy from the company of others. They’re called extroverts. Others, like myself, recharge during quiet time alone. We’re called introverts.
The warm washcloth became a ritual, first thing in the morning and at bedtime as I was taking care of my mom. She was confined to bed for over a year, at home under my care with the assistance of my loving wife, Cindy, and Hospice of West Alabama nurses and nursing aides without whom we could not have coped.