Forgetting

This morning I went over to Mom's like I have for many Friday mornings. I fixed us breakfast and set it out for us. Mom had one of her bills out and we talked about that for a bit. She wanted to pay with a money order, but I told her that she was going to use a check. I made the check out and gave it to her to sign. She looked at me and asked me what her last name was....I looked at her and told her her last name and how to spell it. As I was doing this I was thinking "ok...so now we are here...she is really starting to forget things."

After breakfast I got her to the car and then to the post office. We mailed her bill and then drove to the grocery store. She told me what she wanted and then sat in the car while I went into the store. She can no longer navigate the power carts. I got back with her groceries and then drove us back to her apartment. Since there was a local festival going on right up the street I had Mom stay in the car while I took her groceries upstairs.

I loaded her into the transport chair and pushed her all through the fair. She seemed to enjoy that quite a bit. Afterwards, I took her home, made her lunch and then told her I would be back for breakfast on Sunday.

As I walked down the hall to the elevator all I could think was "How will her memory loss begin to make a serious situation even more difficult for her and for me." Time will tell.