They contained no entry indicating that I had prohibited her access.
The facility’s procedures also allowed family members to arrange visits through staff.
My parents had been informed of that process.
“Mrs. Parker,” the judge said, “you testified that your daughter prevented you from seeing your mother-in-law.”
Mom lifted her chin.
“She made it very difficult.”
“Can you identify a specific date when the facility refused you access because of an instruction from Ms. Parker?”
My mother looked at Whitman.
He rose.
“Your Honor, my client’s testimony concerned the overall atmosphere surrounding family access.”
Judge Morrison nodded slightly.
“I understand counsel’s position. But the allegation of restricted access requires a factual basis.”
Mom’s eyes filled.
“It was difficult emotionally. June didn’t seem to want us there anymore.”
That sentence hurt.
Because I remembered Nana waiting beside her window on Sunday afternoons.
I remembered her glancing at the clock.
