It wasn't a typical Thanksgiving.
We finished eating a turkey meal, except for Mom.
She wasn't eating. Her appetite was fading. I suppose she wasn't feeling well, but I wasn't sure. Communication had become an issue. Mom didn't say much, as always. She'd never tell us if she was sick. Of course, that was the norm. Mom never complained, not once in her life.
But this was different. Mom no longer spoke full sentences.
She'd look at me and smile. She loved me as much as ever. But she no longer knew my name.