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Her name was Patricia.

She was not a favorite among the PCAs.  Changing her was a chore.  Two people against 185 pounds of former boxer.  That was fun.

"C'mon, Patricia!  Just stand up!  We can get this change done and it'll all be good."

She didn't speak, but sometimes when I was trying to feed her she would grab my wrist and blow on it, her mouth seeming to form words.  I  never got the message, but I think there was one there.

I always complimented her on her socks.  Her family was worthless, but her hospice aide always brought her cool socks.    I wear cool socks.  Socks are my thing.

Kent got the joy of helping clean out her room.  He asked M if it would be okay to bring me a momento. (Most of it gets thrown out anyway)

I got the pizza socks.  And the Tweety Bird yoga pants.

And I have this funny feeling that she's there somewhere, laughing her ass off that I'm wearing her clothes and day drinking and giving work the old "Oh, HELL no!" to coming in on the only day that Kent and I get daylight together.


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Mar. 2nd, 2017 02:04 pm (UTC)
I adore socks, too, but I've stuck to only wool ones for years now.

I guess you're gonna miss her in some way.
Mar. 2nd, 2017 02:07 pm (UTC)
I do.

You know how there is that teacher everyone hates but you love? Patricia was like that for me.
Mar. 2nd, 2017 03:57 pm (UTC)
It's good that you got a memento to remember her by. Let it give you strength when you need it.

Mar. 2nd, 2017 07:30 pm (UTC)
I can think of worse ways to be remembered by, even if I weren't a sock-lover myself. :)
Mar. 2nd, 2017 10:51 pm (UTC)
I think it's sweet..
Mar. 3rd, 2017 02:34 am (UTC)
I'd want to be remembered by something like pizza socks.
Mar. 3rd, 2017 08:20 pm (UTC)
It sounds like she'd be pleased. *hugs*
Mar. 3rd, 2017 08:44 pm (UTC)
This post made me smile. You're a good human, my dude.
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