The note on Monique's card suggests that she thought she'd missed her mother. That came about because Brigitte was still upstairs. I was gone in the car to add my own gifts and flowers; that rabbit is mine. The car gone, silence in the house, Monique assumed that we were having a jolly good "medical day" again. But then I marched in--but after she had written her notes!
So it goes. We joined our voices and sang Happy Birthday to the Birthday child!