Confusion reigns supreme

Every once in a while,  I have a small worry that Dear Old Dad is becoming forgetful.  At almost 95 that is to be expected – his forgetfulness, rather than my worry.

Yesterday, in the rush of getting ready to have friends over for lunch, I was telling my husband about a recent episode of confusion, when Dad had forgotten arrangements we had made.  I was telling the story while moving about the kitchen and dining room.  As I opened the door to the sideboard, still recounting the story and my worry, I found myself staring into the cupboard and asking “what was I supposed to be looking for in here?”. I stopped talking and looked up at my husband’s raised eyebrows.

I guess I should be more worried that I can forget a thought from two minutes ago rather than a 95 year old forgetting a conversation from a week ago.




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