Peter looked at the lunch I was fixing for myself, my usual apple, chunk of Cheddar cheese, glass of milk. “Where did you get the apple?” he asked.
I pointed to the old wooden bowl that has always occupied our kitchen, that is always filled with fruit, and the occasional veg.
“Oh, I didn’t know that was there.” He picked out a piece of fruit, came back to the sink and turned on the water.
“That’s a pear,” I said as he washed it off.
Instantly, he collapsed laughing, his face as red as the apple’s cheeks, eyes twinkling. He hugged me. “I know it’s a pear, silly. I’m not that far gone.” I laughed with him and savored the hug.
That far gone, no, but he is more and more confused by the day, less and less able to find words or remember the simplest things. Still, I was grateful for the moment, the laugh, and the hug!
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