I go to my parent's house every day just about. Yes, every day I make it over there about 3 or 4 o'clock. As usual my mother is sitting anxiously in the back yard awaiting my arrival. I am never early enough or on time. I feel guilty for being late, but am glad to have made it.
My dad is reading some magazine or newspaper. We talk. I fill my mother in on my day.
Then we usually take a ride.We beheld the golden sunset by the lake...a magnificent view...spectacular. It is often to Walgreen's Pharmacy to pick up a prescription, and get any number of items. Adult diapers, Ensure, vitamins, etc.I know most of the pharmacists there by name.
Then home for supper. My brother has fixed it. Tonight we had thin angel hair spaghetti, summer squash and small pizzas.
My mother is very anxious. After supper we sit on the couch watching obnoxious Wheel of Fortune. I hold her hand and often enfold her in my arms. Baby Emily, age eighty nine. Her memory has bigger holes in it lately. It bothers her and me.
Dad leans back into the couch watching TV or reading. I watch them. Then I say good bye and kiss them and hug them and kiss them again and drive off into the dark night.. It is very dark now...... I turn on the radio and let beautiful music carry me all the way home.
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