Alzheimer’s and Mom’s Birthday
Sunday, July 25th, 2010Mom’s birthday was yesterday, July 24.
“Happy birthday, Mom, did you get my flowers?”
I promised myself, don’t ask Mom questions on the phone. I start over.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day, wish I were there to help you celebrate your birthday.”
Silence.
“It’s a beautiful day in San Diego. The sky is clear blue. I read most of the day, a biography of Lyndon Johnson.”
“David?”
“Hi, Mom. Yes, it’s me, David. Remember?” I stop myself from asking her a question.
“I love you, Mom.”
Breath sounds.
“I hope you know that.”
Was that a question?
“I better go Mom.”
Silence.
“I love you.”
Silence.
“Bye Mom.”
Silence.
I wait. She doesn’t hang up. A minute passes, I can hear her breathing. I see her face in my mind’s eye, see her green eyes - they have always appeared to be lit from behind.
“Happy birthday, I hate birthdays, don’t you?” Another question.
Silence.
“Mom?”
Silence.
I hang up first.
copyright, 2010