No longer being social Sally, I reluctantly went to a cousin's house for Christmas since my 96 year old aunt (my mom's sister-in-law) would be in attendance. I had previously promised her I would sit next to her at Christmas dinner if she was up to coming. Insanity has a funny way of keeping promises unkept. I wanted to keep this one.
Thankfully schizophrenia did not wreak havoc on the day. Much. I hugged my aunt and I kissed her (two things I no longer like doing, but she does). She ate a lot, told stories, & held my hand on & off. I pushed my wouldn't it be great to live in New Mexico near[read:WITH] your daughter line as far as she'd let me. She seemed warmer to the idea than she was a few years ago. The idea. The actuality? She keeps telling her daughter NO.
She didn't really even want to come out for Christmas - 30 minutes away, with my cousin as chauffeur - but he told her "If you don't come, Mary won't come." True. She did. I did. I'm glad I went, & she seemed to be, too.
Now, New Mexico... maybe we will work on that some more at Easter.
