There was a man who stood in the kitchen comforting his wife. He was heating water for his instant oatmeal. She was pouring a second cup of coffee. “You are like a woman who has lost her earring aids,” he said, “and doesn’t understand what people are really saying.” Then he told her what her father had said in the car on the way home from the hospital, while she was taking her mother to the dentist. Both parents were failing, and some days were quite complicated. Everything shifted when she learned it was bound to go wrong, that now they must make the best of it but take anything her father said with a grain of salt.
They stood a while longer in the kitchen, talking. She thanked him for the driving,the new knowledge. “I still hope we can find my mother’s hearing aids,” she said, “maybe in the pocket of the passenger door of Dad’s car.” But maybe her mother preferred not to hear everything these days, these dark and waning days.
— Babs
They stood a while longer in the kitchen, talking. She thanked him for the driving,the new knowledge. “I still hope we can find my mother’s hearing aids,” she said, “maybe in the pocket of the passenger door of Dad’s car.” But maybe her mother preferred not to hear everything these days, these dark and waning days.
— Babs
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