“Millie came to visit…
The RAT never suspected. Never suspected a thing. Extra sugar can hide almost anything. The one thing my husband enjoyed was my home baked cookies.”
“Oh well. Thanks for your candor and for the cookie. I need to go now. Have a good day ma’am.”
I tried not to run off the unit as I spit into a hand-i-wipe what I could retrieve of the cookie.
“I was on a social call with your mother at the memory care unit.” I absently rubbed my hand through my cropped hair.
“How was mama today?”
“Uh, She was good. She gave me a cookie.”
“That’s nice. She changed her recipe; I stopped eating them.”
“Ahh well yes.” I felt my pulse and looked at my tongue in the mirror. ” Your mama mentioned Miss Millie. ”
“Aunt Millie… she and mama… were very close. They would always laugh about granmama’s favorite butcher knife. They said it was perfect for chickens. It hung in Millie’s kitchen.”
“Chickens??? Can you give me her contact information?”
“Millie’s? She’s in Raleigh.”
I sensed something stilted in her voice. Maybe she knew something.
“She’s in Mount Hope on Prospect… She’s been gone 7 years.”
I had started writing the address down. My eyes bugged out in surprise that my witness or suspect was dead. “How long?”
“When did her husband die?”
“6 years ago from a heart attack.”
“Was she married before?”
” Umm, yes, but I don’t remember him. He ran off; no one ever saw him after that.”
I ripped the page out of my notepad. I realized people can say and think some mighty far fetched things.
Case Closed / Accidental Death was stamped on my report of a dead husband/ caregiver
Here’s a link to the first part of this post
Today is day 2 of the A to Z challenge. The letter B
Most of my blogs will be info and anecdotes about the elderly.
I’d apply the letter B to elderly care this way:
Be there for your family member
Be honest when you need a break.
Are you participating in the challenge?
What is your theme?
Any writing goals this year?