It may have been an early sign of dementia.
Mom stepped outside at night, December 2008, to watch my brother drive off with his bride when she noticed something in the sky, just above her head. It emitted red lights in all directions, reflecting on the clouds gathered at the top of the guesthouse’s mountain.
My brother said it could have been an airplane, but nothing would dissuade her.
I arrived from London the following day. During my two-week stay, I lounged in the living room after lunch and watched Ancient Aliens documentaries on the History Channel while she napped.
