Pat turned 78 a couple weeks ago and we had a great time! We had 2 of her friends, her son, my mother, and Mark, Summer, and I. We ate at her favorite restaraunt and sang happy birthday to her. I was emotional, as I watched her. It was just so good to see her happy and interacting instead of just existing.
We came home, let her eat more sweets (what everyone bought for her), set up her new puzzle, and continued to make the day hers. I bought a birthday card that said on the front, "You rock girl!" and she laughed about it everytime she looked at it. And at one point even said, "That's great Chris". Her tone reminded me of the old Pat, the good time loving Pat, not the worried all the time Pat.
The whole day was special for her. And by morning it was like it never happened. In fact, the whole day was spent reminding her where the cards came from. Eventually we just let the memories fade away. They were good while they lasted and reminding her only upsets her. She is upset that she forgets such big pieces of her life now.
But I think she still, for now, knows we love her very much.