Siblings, please note

Mother is entering a new stage of her illness. She is becoming more cognitively disabled, and more helpless. She is physically healthy, and emotionally peaceful, thanks to the attention she gets from her caregivers, and her awareness that she is never alone. But she is not on a plateau. She is folding up shop.

When she sees me, she reaches out to see if I am real and says "Is that really you?"