My Elderly Lover

Ah my sweet elderly lover.

Your skin, soft like velvet and squishy like a beanbag.

Your hair long and stringy like hay (your old, its ok my dear).

She really was a sweetie tho, quite gentle. Judging by her murmurings she seemed to think i was someone she had known or spent some time with. She had quite a bit of energy as did her roommate. Where she was focused on doing her chores (which included folding blankets and arranging bits and pieces), her roommate was more focused on doling out orders and long conversations (with noone). Often, interspersed with the commentary/conversation, she would bang on the bed in a matter of fact way.

Please note that that differs GREATLY from nonsensical banging in which the patient seems to be banging with no goal in sight and more often then not simply for the noise. In this case, the patient was banging almost to punctuate certain points.

As the night grew longer new activities were found by my lovely lady. With her neighbour passed out from all that babbling and ordering around (its tough work you know, people test the patience more than you can imagine) we found a new activity. Stuffing a matt into my shirt sleeve. I really truly wish I could figure out what she was doing/thinking.

Everything up until that point had been menial tasks that one would do if one was spending alot of time around the house, folding, wiping stuff down etc etc (all from bed, not necessarily with actual objects). This activity of all things did not register as anything I had heard about in the past or present time. Could it have been her alzheimers kicking in?

After she 'finished' her chores, she would attempt to get out of bed in a feeble well intended manner. Each time, i would help her back into bed, she would immediately forget she was trying to get out and lie back down for a moment.

It was maddening.

Each time this occured i would ask if there was anything i could do for her. Finally, after the 100th time, she looked at me dead in the eye and said

"All i want to do, is hold you tight".

I responded (playing it cool) "Thanks"

Her immediate response was "I love you" which was obviously followed on my part with "i love you too".

I should have known things were headed this way when she kissed my wrist.

Please stay tuned, i promise the next entry will be a treat, its about Ol Scotch.
Dude was AMAZING.