Change of Pace
His confusion was simultaneously charming and heartbreaking. One night, Mary Ellen and her parents attended a Rodin exhibit at the Detroit Institute of Arts. While everyone looked at the sculptures, Woody stared at the wall. Then, Mary Ellen remembers, “he said, ‘I’m getting tired.’ And he tried to sit down on The Thinker. The guards came running, and I’m like, ‘No, Dad, that’s The Thinker! You can’t sit on The Thinker!’”Woody repeats himself frequently, saying over and over, “It’s good to be here. I’m just very lucky in everything.” He also whistles incessantly.
One morning, Mary Ellen woke to greet her mother, disheveled and rattled, in the hallway. “He’s whistling all night long!” her mom said. “He whistled ‘Jingle Bells’ in its entirety, then shouted ‘Merry Christmas’ in his sleep!”
While helping her mom stir up some chicken soup from her grandmother’s recipe one day, Mary Ellen smiled to herself. “I realized I was being given permission to slow down. As a reporter, you get to a point where you think, I can’t cry, I can’t feel anything. It’s like I can taste food again, feel emotions again.”



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