Where to start? I guess I will start at the beginning. So yesterday, we had the whole "they forgot me" day, but today, when we got up, mom was ready for church and I thought we were back to our version of normal.
Wrong - o
When we got home, mom came tearing in the room after me "I need to talk to you"
OK, I said.
"All I want from you is to get me to clubhouse, they are going to think I am sick, if I don't go"
Mom, its Sunday, they are closed.
NO they are not! (I admit, I was scared there for a min, cus she had wild eyes).
Mom, do you want me to take you up there and show you?
YES because I will be OK if I can just walk through the doors.
Ok. So I load her up and drive her to the clubhouse.
Of course, its locked and closed. No one is there.
She beats on the doors for awhile, tries to open it. And getting frantic. She finally got back in the van.
We left, and if I hadn't had the child lock on she would have jumped out of the van at the red light because she saw a white van.
So we come back home, have Easter lunch with some friends, an egg hunt, all seemed well - or wellish.
But, as soon as dinner was over, she was back outside, waiting for the driver of the club house van.
We got her back in again, and then she started going on about how she was supposed to have a phone, that she had filled out a form and I must have thrown it away. I have no idea where that came from.
So, later, we are out in the front and the kids are riding their bikes. She came out and said she was going for her walk. I shouldnt have let her go, but she normally goes to the end of the block and turns and comes back, and I can see her, but I got busy with the kids and realized she didnt turn back. I had this heart sinking feeling that she was going to the clubhouse. First, the kids and I started walking down the block to look for her, but we didnt see her. And while we were walking, the oldest starts talking. mom had been telling them we were lying to her about the date and the clubhouse, trying to keep her away from it. And she told a child and her mom down the street that my husband hates black people and that her daughter shouldnt come play with ours. (you guessed it they are black -interracial infact). So on the way back I stopped to talk to her mom. I told her what was going on and that my mom was missing, and to please not believe her. That her daughter is totally welcome and that we like having her play with the kids. Ugh. talk about uncomfortable. But she was visually relieved that mom had a reason for saying that stuff.
She's also been telling the kids we've been lying, and that God needs to open our eyes to how we treat her. She also told the kids she was leaving, and she had people that would help her if she could just call them.
So, I get back to the house and decide to drive the van around. Hubby calls the cops. We drive the route the van takes to clubhouse but I dont see her. I start calling people to pray. A total of two hours later, pearl PD finds her. Walking down the road to toward the clubhouse - and she had gotten lost, and went in some strangers house - oh how bad this could have turned out.
I talked to my aunt (her sister) what all was going on. She told me its probably time to find somewhere more safe for her - just like it was time for her mom back in the 80s.
Anyway, the Police brought her home and she didnt think anything was wrong. That she'd just been for a stroll. I'm exhausted, the kids were terrified and it was not a fun afternoon.
Neighbors who know us know we aren't racist or mean to momma, but the fact that she tells people that really bothers my us. At the advice of my neighbor that works for mental health I called it into her psych. I imagine we may have to have a 72 hr hold on her this week. We all need prayers and strength from God right now.
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