There was so much going on throughout Guatemala and the locations we were monitoring in Colombia, Mexico, El Salvador, Honduras, and our private Island in the Bahamas that it was hard to decide where to turn my attention. I noticed that Dad was spending less time watching Maribel and Rafael. He checked in on them a lot, but after a few seconds, he seemed to get upset, or sad, or something and he'd minimize that view and push it off to a corner of his wall display, only to check in again in a few minutes.
I could see that it was torturing him to see Mom as Maribel, completely unaware in her assumed persona that she was married and had a child. It had been several days since she had been back as her true self. I decided that we needed to get Mom home for a visit, a long visit, as soon as possible.
