Today my Dad called me by my mother's first name. He quickly corrected himself. I reminded him that was the second time he'd done that in the past few weeks, and jokingly asked if I was starting to remind him of her. Dad told me that he thinks of her so often, and he was worried he was going crazy, because if he nods off in the evening watching television, he sometimes wakes up talking to her. Then he realizes no one is there. He said it makes him feel silly.
I told him he shouldn't feel silly, and that maybe Mom was there with him, having a conversation while he slept.
It made me feel sad.
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