During her last visit in November, her parents talked a lot about a friend of theirs, Wilma Hansson and how she was forced by nature to retire in a nursing home. They talked about how alive she was, playing old familiar tunes in the piano, every time they visited her, and remembering the days they all used to go dancing in one of those tango summer places.
Her father said how much he enjoyed dancing with a woman who knows how to dance and her mother pretended that she was jealous. All a game full of memories about their friend retiring in a nursing home, something they said changing tone to quieter every time they used the word.
Especially her father seemed a bit more frustrated than usual keep repeating, ‘this should have never happened to Wilma.’ Her mother told her, when they were alone in the kitchen preparing coffee, that her father had taken the whole thing very hard.
“You remember how close we were with Wilma, she was there in your graduation and she was there later when you took your bachelor. She was our best friend and after her husband died we somehow came even closer.” Monica didn’t say anything but she felt that he mother might have taken a harder hit than her father. She just didn’t want to admit it.
“Mom,” Monica said watching her mother for some kind of awkward reaction, “is it Alzheimer’s?” Her mother didn’t say anything, she just nodded and Monica suddenly felt like hanging her.
“It was so unexpected,” her mother answered after a few silent seconds. “Not that there were signs but …we saw them later. When it was all over and official.” Monica remained quiet.
“It was the repeating stories and the forgotten names. But nobody said anything because…” and she pause, took a deep breathe and added “because we all do the same.” And now she hanged her.
Later on her way home and all this time since then, she kept thinking about the whole thing and the more she was thinking the more scare she was becoming. Imagine one day going for dinner and her parents, her mother or her father, not recognize her. She had read stories about parents even getting angry with people they didn’t recognize to be their kids. A numbing nightmare. She did remember Wilma. A very alive and restless woman. Coquette, an attractive woman despite her age. And a good dancer, she smiled remembering her father’s words.
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