Well, disaster almost happened today. The exterminator came this morning. I unlocked the door for him. When he left, I thought I once more locked the door. When I was half asleep on the couch, I thought I heard something slam. I went back to sleep. Shortly afterwards I woke up. I then checked everywhere inside the house to no avail. I went to neighbor houses that she visits all the time. Still there was no mother. I walked toward the exit of the complex to find her right at the exist sitting down on a big rock. I was amazed how far she got considering a walk from the car to the entrance of a restaurant tires her out. She wanted to go to the hospital to pick up her husband, who actually died 15 years ago.

My mother would not comer back with me telling me I did not care about my father. I reminded her about the urn with his ashes in her room at home. She remembered. But she still insisted that he is at the hospital, for she "just knew it" to be true. I called a neighbor to pick both of us up. Then she went with her neighbor for a cup of coffee.

I need to make sure that a door is locked even if I have to place a sign on the door. Another episode of dementia.