When Alex was starting to talk, really talk like 2 1/2 or 3, I was going through an old photo album from my childhood. He pointed to a picture of my Grandma, and said “That’s my Mamaw!” ( we called her mamaw but he couldn’t have known that or what she looked like, she died in 2002). We went through the album together. He pointed one more person out, my aunt Maxine. “It’s Mackie!” ( that is what we called her).
He said he remembered when the people with the faces ( idk) were watching him and then he went to sleep and when he woke up Mamaw and Mackie were there and they told him stories and then he woke up with me.
Alex was 6 weeks old when the doctors placed him in a medically induced coma so he would lie still while his lungs had time to clot and heal.
My aunt died in 2004.
She had been my Mamaw’s primary caregiver for years before my Mamaw died.