I forget
I don’t know if I regret my life in these last days. I know it’s the end because I’m forgetting the beginning. I forget where the bathroom is when I need to urinate at night. I forget my grandchildren, whom I had long considered the equivalent of my life's work. Yesterday, I forgot my eldest son. For a long while I thought he was a stranger sitting in my house in my son’s clothes. I had been waiting for him to arrive, to relieve me of some of my worries. I had been telling everyone around me that my son was coming! I was very excited. I know my son can do it all much better than I can now. He can calculate the numbers and keep the house in order. He can sort through my things and do the work that I cannot do anymore. He can look after his mother much better than I can now. He can remember. He can remember much better than I can now. But I worry. If I forget my first child what else have I forgotten? I don’t want to forget my life before it’s taken from