I thought I was overthinking it

My mother's condition started a rapid decline in January. Plateaus then drops. I finally had to place her into a care facility in June.

Since January, any time anything came up - temperature, weather, people visiting, dogs outside, literally anything that could somehow relate to time or season, my mother's response was always "well it's not August yet." No dogs walking by for an hour or so? Not August. Cold night? Not August. I started to wonder what her fixation was with August. No big events, one birthday, but nothing else. I thought maybe, she knows. But then thought I was seeing signs that weren't there, overthinking.

She fell in July. And the doctor said hospice. Hospice came in, said she's doing well. They'll keep her comfortable but she's stable.

Now.

She's hit another sharp decline. They upped her meds twice in a week to keep her calm and ahead of the pain. It's close. I know. They confirmed.

After all, it is August.