I had almost forgotten that I hadn't seen her since Guy and I ran off and got married.
Before she moved though, and in her ICU fog, she looked at me, who was there in person, and asked, "Is Bro coming?"
My brother. I was standing there with her and the second thing she asks is where my brother was. There are some people who would be offended I think. Me, I'm just glad she is still herself. She assumed I was there to take care of Daddy, and she was looking for her momma's boy. There is comfort in familiarity.
And he's coming on Thursday. Good boy.