Never to early to play

I was two dozen different people today when I was with my mom. She kept asking for her daddy and yet wondered where her husband was too. My mom called me many different names from the past and asked where I was despite being right in front of her. For 5 hours we just talked about everything and I never corrected by just rolling with it - except of course when she insisted some people are still alive. I will never forget the day when my dad no longer knew left from right. We made all sorts of plans I knew was never going to happen but it seemed to give him hope, and because he never remembered, we made the same plans over and over. I don't think my mom is there yet or I don't want to believe it yet. I don't want to get her hopes up and not be able to follow through if she remembers.. She seemed very frail today. Her voice very soft. She gas been sleeping more and more. Nothing more humbling than feeding a parent breakfast one spoonful at a time..

Yesterday I had to stop my car as I realized my parents only lived in one home their married lives. We lived in a rental duplex before my dad got a steady job and his sister helped with the down payment on the house. This is the house I grew up in. This is the home were my parents raised me and turned me into the person I am today.. This is the place I feared of losing someday...