She was wearing her favorite shirt again, had two pens in her pocket and a flower in her hair. She and her best friend at Brookdale were telling me how great the concert was last night, and how much they enjoyed singing along.
Mom's friend asked me how old my dad is; I told her that he passed away a long time ago. Pat said "Yeah, but now he's back! You really should have warned me, you know." I told mom she is getting John and Peter mixed up. "Who is Peter?" Your son. Pat answered, "Well of course I know my own son." I agreed -- and we're going to keep it that way for as long as humanly possible.

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