Friday, August 24, 2007

The Key

Mom sits upright on the couch and looks over at me.

Mom: I have to pee.

She stares at me like she's awaiting a response.

Me: Okay.

Mom: Do I need a key?

Me: Nope, the door's unlocked.

She gets up and makes her way to the bathroom. I think it was interesting that she associated bathrooms with locked doors and needing to get a key to gain access. There isn't a lock on the bathroom door...and hasn't been for, oh, 50 years!

[h/t to pt harriet on Flicker for the pic.]


RG said...

You're such a good son. I can't imagine being in the same position.

Greg said...

In my experience with my grandmother, sometimes older memories take the place of what she had known for dozens of years. I think you handled that very well.