had promised to bring my uncle some homemade chicken pot pie. not the pies made of chicken, but the real deal of rolled dough noodles. i make my pot pie the way i was taught from my mother and how my mother was taught from her mother. when i shared with my uncle during a last visit that i was making some, his face lit up and said 'that sounds good'...so i promised he would get some.
the adjustment for my uncle has been a slow process. he has periods of confusion which causes him to forget where he is and sometimes who one is.
today was a day of him missing 