Me: Pretty good. Only one spot burned off me nose. Hip awful. Oh well. Woke at 0400 thinking again. Thinking isn’t good at 4.
G: Unprintably wonderful. My Valentine.
“Oh, it’s so exciting,” he began. “My parents are here.” His hands were fluttering like a moth to a light. His smile was bright, delighted, engaged. His excitement contagious.
“I laid down for a nap, and my parents came. The young man didn’t want to wake me. Oh, I hope they will be ok with him.”
I just sat riveted, chilled and cold, listening to him. G saw his hands flutter and went to talk with the charge nurse about his shaking. I listened wishing G would hurry back so I wouldn’t be so all alone. So selfish of me. So small.
We took him into dinner and he continued his animated talking. From across the table, Allie shook her head. “Trains and ocean liners this morning,” she told me sotto voice.
“More water,” I said turning to Duck, “You have to drink more water.” Dehydration increases his hallucinations every time.
“How old are your parents?” G was asking Duck. “How old are you?”
“I was just going to ask you that,” Duck answered.
“You are 82.”
There was a very long pause. “My parents are old.” And another long silence. “I hope they get home to Whitewater OK.”
His shaking is less.