(oops, I have spilled into Sunday morning.)
This was a full and rich and difficult day: a good breakfast with a friend, then together to see the frail relatives.
She brought me to see the cousin with whom I had always stayed before, and who is bedridden at this time. She is weak, but cheerful, and it was a great delight to see her. She spoke of me coming to stay there as usual in the future.
Then we went to my friend's parents house, where her father has dementia. That was significantly more difficult, as he veered from sleepily barely conscious to violent around the time of sunset, taxing the skills of even the professional nursing aides---and hurting the heart to watch.
Then I spent the evening with a dear cousin, a bit younger than my mother would have been, whose dear huband died this past year. She is doing relatively well, though still terribly sad---a condition I know only too intimately. Only, she is worried about my mind and forgetfulness (repeating what I have already told her, etc.)
I am concerned too.
Tomorrow, the party of the extended family; will report.