Are you my Mother?
Oh and where are you from?
I’m from Tauranga
I lived in Tauranga for a longggg time
Really, what did you do there?
Oh you know, this and that and who is your Mum and Dad?
Well, Martha, it’s a long story, I’ll tell you another time
This day has been building for a while, it started small forgetting how to spell my name, forgetting my name and occasionally forgetting who I am, but eventually coming round and knowing. But today as we sat and I made her a cup of tea and bought her breakfast she was interested to know who I was.
This time, unlike the others I didn’t shed any tears, I held myself and smiled at her as if it was completely normal. We just shared information. I told her my name and what I do. I told her we met a very long time ago, almost thirty years ago. This amazed Martha.
Then as she got up and went to the bathroom and I was alone for a moment I felt the weight of my life shroud me and I said a quiet goodbye to my Mother. A few moments later she came back and sat down and we started again. I held her hand and kissed it, asked her what she wanted to do today. We smiled at each and she asked if I was cold as she handed me her wheatbag.