Friday, August 14, 2009

Familiar Territory

I reluctantly print of the “log” or documentation guide from the "Alzheimer’s Association." I read it thoroughly and make notes in a separate notebook so that I won’t bias her own son’s assessment. Later, much later in a quiet moment I take a seat beside him when we are alone. Quite alone. I explain how I think we need a base line, a starting point from which to proceed. He pulls off his glasses to gouge his eye balls with a deep and wearisome sigh. It feels like we've been here before in the space-time "continuum."

1 comment:

Niksmom said...

It's so damnably hard. I wish I could just wrap my arms around you both to give you a moment's respite from the weary worries. Consider this a giant hug for you both.