Happy Good Friday everyone!
Today was a mixed bag.
Called my Aunt in ALF in Ca this morning. She's always so pleasant to talk to. So grateful to hear from me. I call her every other day, but she doesn't remember. She has started asking about going home again. Ugh! I have had to go back to deflecting or changing the subject. It's so painful to have to hear her concerns about her house, but I will keep fighting the good fight for her sake. Telling her the truth didn't work!
Spent the morning out (facemask and gloves) shopping for Easter basket stuff for Mom. Wine, chocolate, jelly beans and her favorite huckleberry gummy bears.
Adorned with fresh flowers and all tied up with cellophane and lots of ribbon.
Drove the 30 minutes to her AFL, talked to her thru the window. Left the basket outside the door and watched one of the staff take it inside to her.
She never once said "Thank you."
No acknowledgment what so ever!
She has no mental decline. She has mobility issues, nothing more.
I know it shouldn't surprise me, however, I can't help but feel kinda hurt.
How do we stop hoping for positive feedback from our parents?
Good Lord I am in my 50's. Will it ever cease!