This Brain of Mine

When I brought Mom's mail up to her after my walk this afternoon she told me that right after I had told her I was leaving for my walk, she heard people singing outside. She opened her skylight window so she could see down into the driveway thinking I was there with some people. Of course, no one was there. She said she sat down in her rocking chair and decided to sing along with them since she knew the song. We both laughed.

"I guess this brain of mine isn't much good any more, is it!"

"It's definitely the Alzheimer's, Mom. Remember Dr. Vadalia said some people hear voices, but as long as its not scaring you or freaking you out, he'd rather not give you medication. I know it must be so hard for you."

Before I left, she asked me how I enjoyed the show last night. I knew she was referring to the Monster Truck Show at the Verizon Wireless Arena. She and I had had a couple of conversations about how John was going with Brian, Logan, Caroline, and Ava; how I would be gone all day because I planned to stick around in case Logan didn't want to stay like last year. John reminded her of the plan when he left the house as well. When she asked how I enjoyed the show, I stopped myself from saying, "I told you I didn't go." Instead, I simply told her again that I hadn't gone; that I had stayed in Manchester in case Logan freaked out and needed to leave.

"Oh, I thought you went with them," said Mom. It was as if it was the first time she had heard about it.