Just a night

Sometimes I find myself overwhelmed going over to Mrs. D’s, and all I do to help is sleep.  How do people do it all day?  How do people take care of the elderly that can’t remember how to do the things of every day life? I knew there would be a sacrifice on my part, like tonight, my oldest isn’t feeling well.  Before I left, we started talking. Then I had to go.  And I wonder what she thought as I left.

Why? Why does Alzheimer’s have to happen? Tonight is just a night where I’d rather be able to just chill on my couch in my home and talk with my kids.  But I'm not. Tonight I will sleep in another bed in another house. And I will listen.  I will listen for Mrs. D to wake up.  I will wake up to her tossing in bed.  I will hear her cough. And maybe I will have to help her to the bathroom…or maybe I will just sleep.