The Supply Closet
We used to have a little old lady with dementia and she was a feisty lil thing; bossy too. I was in the supply closet one night around 1 am, and I heard her behind me telling me 'put that back!"
First, I wondered how she followed me in there without me knowing it, then giggled a little that she was sneaky (and feisty) so as I grabbed things off the shelf, I asked her, "put what back, Mrs A?"
I turned to look at her when she didn't answer and that's when I remembered, she had died 4 days earlier. I never heard her again after that.
I used to let her sit up at night with me so she wouldn't crawl out of bed and I hated the restraints. I wonder if she were coming to tell me goodbye?