My wife and I were sitting down for supper one evening when my mother burst through the door. She looked a bit frazzled and she blurted out "I just wrecked my car". I didn't believe her. She obviously had driven to our place. Again she said "I wrecked my car". I just walked two miles to get here from where my car is in the ditch." Then she held up her hand "See I broke my fingers too". That got my attention and I put her in my car and drove her to the hospital. Two miles up the road sat Mom' car. Upside down in the ditch. "Joe stop and shut off the lights in my car", she insisted, I kind of laughed but she was adamant. I crawled in through the small back window the same one she climbed out of and after a bit of searching found the light switch and turned the lights off. We got her to the hospital where they cut off her rings and tried to set the fingers. The fingers were never the same. She started wearing her rings on her other hand. The last time I talked with her was in the dementia ward where she looked at me with a fixed stare and said "I don't know who you are but you sound just like my son Joe". Rest in Peace Mom.
