Mom finally asked me where daddy was...
I wondered if it would come; and it did.
She asked me where daddy was.
He died in 2006.
She certainly was mentally present when that dreaded day occurred; he had congestive heart failure and died with a 110% lucid mind (he never did have dementia, thank God; for he was a brilliant and highly intelligent and loving man.)
But she ASKED ME.
And I told her.
I said, "you don't remember? Dad died in 2009."
She looked puzzled, hesitated, and said, "...Did he...die in a... car accident?"
He died when his organs shut down of congestive heart failure, ma. He died 6 years ago.
And then onto other things.
Very, very weird, especially coming from the wife of almost 68 years who threw a complete meltdown fit the evening he died.
Very weird indeed.
I thought of telling her he was away, but then I said to myself, nope, just say it and see.
She didn't grieve or cry. She took it as fact and her mind went to something else.
So odd considering he was biggest part of her life next to me...(only child).
I guess it's true; every case really is unique.