At lunch today, I said something to Kate about her mother. Then she said something that suggested that her mother was still alive. I said, “Your mother passed away.” She looked shocked, and I said, “Yes, she died in 2005, and you can feel good about the way you took care of her the last years of her life.” Then I said, “You were a very faithful daughter.” She said, “I’m her daughter?” She looked very sad, and her eyes filled with tears. I gave her the whole story of how she had made arrangements for her mother to move to Knoxville to live with us. I talked about a conversation we had one night that led to her contacting a friend about an agency that had provided in-home care for her husband who had recently died. I also told her that the caregiver who was in the house to greet her when her mother arrived was holding one hand when her mother died and that Kate and I were holding her mother’s other hand. She seemed to be comforted by this.
This was the first time she has ever given any sign of not remembering her mother’s death, so it caught me off guard. It raises the question I have read others talking about. Should I have told her the truth? In this case, I didn’t have time to consider the best way to respond. I believe I did the right thing. I suspect that she will forget again sometime, but I expect that she will remember most of the time, at least for a while. If she were further along, I would probably let the subject slide by without saying anything at all.
Regardless of what was or wasn’t right about the way I handled the situation, it was sad to see the memory of her mother’s death slipping away as well as the sadness she experienced when I told her.
