My mother's entire life now is devoted to cheering up my father. Yesterday when he was glum, she brought him to the apartment for brisket and a change of scenery. It perked him up and she felt successful. She’ll try to do the same thing today. Truth is, he is much more engaged when he is not parked in that home staring at a wall. She feels it’s her job to keep him perky and happy. And she does, most of the time. I don’t fault her for that. She is showing him a “good time” sort of.
But what about her?