Alzheimers. Leaves the body, takes the mind.
I knew it was a bad day when I walked through the nursing home hallway mid-afternoon to visit my mother-in-law and Dr. Jack was wandering aimlessly about the halls in his pajamas, frowning and running a hand through his still-thick hair.
Bad day or good, I always reintroduced myself and said, “Hello, Dr. Jack, how are you doing today?”
On a good day, dressed neatly in gray dress pants and a light blue shirt, Dr. Jack would smile at my greeting, and on more than one occasion, came over to me put an arm around my shoulders and said, “It’s so nice of you to speak to me. Who were you when I knew you?”
Eight years ago. That sentence still stops me cold.