Blog number eighty-three 20 March 2007
I was just rereading my blogs and I ran across the one that describes my bout with vertigo. In that entry I wrote about asking my Dad what his stroke had been like, and I described how it had changed him. It reminded me of something I should have put in that entry but didn't think of it.
Dad was in watching television and I was out in the kitchen talking to Mom while she cleaned up. Out of nowhere she said, "I think Dad's losing his mind."
I thought she might be talking about how different he was, because it was dramatic - from a bombastic extrovert into an introspective silent thinker. But that wasn't it. Probably part of it, I think. It probably got Mom to thinking something wasn't quite right, though.
I asked her, "What makes you think that?"
She replied, "He asked me if I wanted him to wash the dishes. He never does that!"
She was serious.
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One time earlier I was visiting right after getting married to Teresa and I was washing the dishes and one of my sister's kids saw me, and in a wondering voice said, "I didn't know daddies did dishes."
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