Who You Gonna Call?

If you ever lost your memory, who would you call?

One thing that Mum noticed early on about Dad, was how he wanted her to stay close by, especially when they were out.  That was a little unusual.  Dad was a walker, a wanderer.  Find him a market, a second hand shop, a place he's never been before and he'd be lost in discovery. 

It took a while, but his confidence with things like being out shopping on his own started to decline.  Consequently, his dependence on mum increased.

I’m not talking being alone in a major city here.  I mean being unable to find his way back to the car in their little country town.

So, Mum ended up having to be very close by.  In fact as his Alzheimer’s progressed, Dad wanted to have her front and center almost constantly.  When he couldn’t get that he’d have one reaction.  He’d panic.

I remember visiting town one day.  Mum and Dad pulled up at the grocery store.  She pointed us out to him on the other side of the road.  We waved to each other and he started to head in our direction.  Mum took our presence as an opportunity to slip off to the shop alone as Dad was wandering over.  He hadn’t seen her go the other way and when he realized he looked round searching. He looked as though he had no idea what to do.  His lifeline had done a runner.  

He spun round again, saw us as if for the first time that day, and came racing over as fast as his old legs and walking stick would let him, in a real panic.  ‘Have you seen my wife?’

Yes Dad.  She’s gone into the shop.

Has she?  You’re sure about that?

Yes Dad.  You want to come with me.  I’m going to buy a coffee.  I’ll shout.

What about Pat.  What about my wife?

She’ll find us Dad.  And if she takes too long, we’ll just have another coffee – and you can buy that one.

Can I now?

Yep.

I do wonder what must have happened the first time he got ‘lost'. 

Imagine being lost in a place you’ve always lived. Lost on the street you’ve just walked down.  Looking at people you've known for years and thinking they're strangers.

Imagine the panic.  The confusion.

Imagine having to walk up to people, who you may know, and saying, ‘How do I get home?’

What must people think when you do that? 

That’s one good thing about being part of a small town, they know who to call.