What Do You Say?

I'm writing from St. Petersburg, FL. I arrived yesterday (Thursday) to be with my Aunt Ellen through her knee surgery and recovery until mid-next week. Aunt Ellen took me over to the nursing to see her mother-in-law Wilma; who I had not seen in many years; just in case anything happened while Aunt Ellen was down and I was needed to check on Wilma.

Wilma is 97-98'ish, sharp as a stinking tack with episodes of dementia. She's a fascinating woman and always has been.

Aunt Ellen: Wilma, do you remember Renee? This is Martha's daughter
Wilma: Why yes, I remember you Renee. It's been a long time since I've seen you.
Me: It's so good to see you again Wilma.

We sit down with her on the patio.

Wilma: You are so pretty just like Martha. How is your Mother?
Me: (She doesn't remember..or did she ever know?) She's dead just fine.
Wilma: I sure do love your Mother. So she's doing well?
Me: She's dead doing better than she's ever done in her life because she's dead and in Heaven.
Wilma: That's good. She sure is a beautiful woman. I'd like to see her. Maybe she can come see me.
Me: I'm sure she would love to see you Wilma. I know one day you will see her again.
Wilma: I hope so.

The conversation fades to other subjects with me and Aunt Ellen.

Wilma: *looks at me: How's your Mother?
Me: She's still dead doing just fine.

Peace