Last night I made my almost-nightly phone call with mom and dad. I wanted to talk to dad mostly alone as he’s been messaging me about how mom’s dementia seems to be progressing. I’m not surprised, but it is such a bummer.
It’s a bummer especially for my dad, who continues to do allllll the work between the two of them and he’s still really doing all of the work of the household. He wants to, but it just seems to be a lot on his shoulders, so I’m working on taking some of the responsibilities off his shoulders - mostly little annoying things like managing their TV/movie subscriptions (mom’s been accidentally ordering subscription services, and dad’s been working on cancelling them).
Anyway, I called last night just to chat. Dad answered (as he always does now), and he normally puts mom on speaker phone, but this time she was so engrossed in her TV shows. At the moment, she’s watching Sex and the City, which is not something she’d normally watch - ever. She normally likes British comedies, educational series, and animals.
And dad asked if she wanted to “talk to your daughter” or “continue watching your show”. She chose the show over me. I laughed, though my heart hurt ever so slightly. I get it. Sex and the City is definitely more engrossing than I am at the moment, but it just feels like she’s slipping further and further away until she can’t talk to me at all.
I wonder what our last words will be?
GS
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