My mom had a stroke part 37: All the silent clubs.
On Sunday — Mother’s Day — I saw my mom in person, and she barely opened her eyes at all. Brief moments only, and no real connection.
She’s not a fan of Mother’s Day, not since my brother died years ago. Yesterday, though, when I chatted with her via video, her eyes were wide open. She watched intently as I showed her the surprise finish to the Kentucky Derby.