Thought about pajamas today.

(Not because it’s a funny word, though that is true…)

It was one of the last things my mom and I talked about. Peejays. She had been on a ventilator for a couple of months that had required a tracheostomy. When she was awake and could mouth words to us in the rehabilitation wing of the hospital, it’s one of the first things she asked for.

So my sister and I went shopping. It was Dillard’s, I think.

We bought all kinds of pajamas, robes and gowns.

An armful.

They were never worn.

After she died, we had to return them. With the receipt.