i drove about 9 hours today. 4.5 hours there and the same on the way back.
she is much more frail and weak than the last time i saw her. pale. house was messy. she has never been organized but it was really messy now.
she couldnt remember where her clothes were. wasnt sure what drawer her panties were in.
but we got her clothes, her meds and her packed and we drove home. she told me the same stories over and over again in the car, but its ok. i know she cant help it.
shes been to atlanta a million times, but was never sure exactly where we were. when we got home, she didnt remember having ever been to our home before (we moved a couple of years ago but she has been here). and could not make it up the stairs to our home without my son scooping her up.
when a parent loses his mental capabilities, its a loss much akin to death. the person you knew all of your life is gone forever.
Allah help me to help her. to be patient. forgive me for my inadequacies.
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