All is forgiven. My mom looked so happy to have her family around her. She smiled and made small talk. Her smile was shocking because her teeth were yellow and broken into jagged pieces. It was alarming. We talked for several minutes, but she did not recognize me. She asked if I knew "Deborah." There were photos all over the house of family members, but none of me. An over sight on the part of my sister - my mom's primary care giver? Maybe? Maybe not?
But the food was great and no one got drunk. The small kids had a great time with their cousins from Sweden. The teens were bored. OMG!
How can one stay angry at a dying woman?
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