In the Park with Al

She had been sitting on that not so soft surface for a long time although she did not know how long. Looking around, she noticed the beautiful green trees swaying to the sound of the wind. There was no music that her ears could capture, but at the same time she knew that nature was playing a tune. It was a spectacular show and she had a front row seat. People walked by her at tremendous speed, filled with anxiety and troubles, she could tell just by catching a glimpse at their faces.

Trying really hard to remember how she had gotten there, she looked down at her feet and noticed that she had a blue shoe on her right foot and a green one on her left. That’s what you get for having the habit of buying the same style in different colors. Guess that the lighting in her room was not that favorable. She didn’t give it much thought no one else noticed so why bother. Besides she was at an age that what other people thought really didn’t make much of a difference to her. The trees called her attention once again as she rattled her brains for information on where she was and how she had gotten there, but zilch. The one and only piece of memory that came to her mind was a man dressed in a white coat telling her something really important that she couldn’t make out heads or tails what it was right now. Eventually it would come to her. And it did.

She remembered that the man in the white coat had mentioned something about Al something. This Al is who must have brought her to this place. Slowly it was coming to her. She remembered leaving the house, but she couldn’t figure out where she was headed. Lately she had been writing things down in an agenda, however, where she had last put it had become a mystery. Where was she supposed to go? Why didn’t she just go back home and repeat her actions like she always did when she couldn’t remember something? But somehow Al was starting to play tricks on her from time to time.

A couple of hours passed by when a young boy came up to her and said that he was happy to have found her and that the whole family was out looking for her. He called himself as her grandson, but she didn’t recognize him at all. This idea saddened her for she didn’t want to be a burden on anyone. Nonetheless make people go out of their way to look for her. She was old enough to take care of herself. That was just it; she was old.

A strong gust of wind almost blew her to the ground, bringing along with it a chill and out of the blue her memory came back. She looked around and asked her grandson, whom she recognized immediately, what she was doing in the park. He just shrugged. She looked at her watched and noticed that she was running late for an appointment with her geriatrician. At today’s consultation they were going to talk about Alzheimer’s disease and what was to be expected. Ah Al….

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(Written May 28, 2013) 
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