Water is turned off in the bathroom. No more fully
clothed showers in the middle of the night or washing clothes in the basin. My
father lifts the toilet seat. He removes his track pants, mindfully raising
them up as though to peg them on the line. Then he dips the lower legs into
the toilet bowl and flushes.
I love this. The deliberation of the father makes the ending so much of a contrast. I laughed out loud!
ReplyDeletehow delightful - you make him sound demented, and also a lot like my Dad (who is not demented btw) ;)
ReplyDeleteI can't laugh at dementia, having witnessed it in both my father and my late husband – but what I find in these posts is tenderness (despite the frustrations). But what is REALLY interesting is that you are so deliberately leaving out a statement of emotions, which perhaps allows the reader to project their own.
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