Surveying what it takes to undo all that you put together for a wedding.
House isn't destroyed, comfortably messy. It'll get done. Thankfully, I don't feel stressed or pressure for it to be all done today.
Morning brunch with the auntie from SF then off to the airport. Returned to a voice message from Mom, crying. I missed so much of the wedding, she cried, when I called her back. There were all these people there before I got there. I did something wrong, what went wrong.
We went back and forth like this for several rounds. No you did exactly as we'd talked about. You came early. We had you wait in the building before the ceremony. You were there for all the pictures.
No, no I wasn't. I missed something.
Finally: "Are you going to listen to me or stick to your version of what happened."
Silence. Okay, so what happened, honey.
She has been stubborn like this as long as I've known her. It is slipping into her dementia patterns now as well. I wasn't mean, but she was getting hysterical. It helped to calm things down and get it back to normal.