I need my Mom

I called my Aunty Yvonne in London this morning. She is my Mom’s twin sister and if you had met my Mom once or twice you could easily mistake Yvonne for Thelma. She has two sons and so I have always been her “daughter” and we have always been close. When I saw her lovely face, I broke down in tears just overwhelmed with the incredible pain of not having Mom around. Mom adored Rob and had promised that when it was time, that she would come and help with him. Well it’s time Mom!!!! Rob saw Aunty Yvonne and couldn’t figure out who she was. He has previously mistaken her for Thelma also but not today. He said “I don’t want to speak to those people.” He woke up belligerent, suspicious and very angry today and I am just so very weary of waking each morning trying to put a smile on my face and find the humor in his “antics.” I couldn’t stop crying and he just looked at me and tears started down his face too. I finally got up and hugged him and he was calm again and we commenced rock painting and bead sorting for a while. Sometimes you just have to sit still and let your heart fill up again.