Ma had one of her best days since the strokes Sunday. She was coherent and rational. She told jokes, she did laundry, she helped prepare green beans. We walked to the Park and she didn't complain about being tired.
Then when she got home she started packing all her things in suitcases. This is her recent obsession. "I know this is my house, but I don't want to leave all my things here when I go." You ask her where she's going and she doesn't say. She packs up family photos, towels, clothes, old papers, statues of the Virgin, etc.
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