A new play opened on Broadway, Waverly Gallery. Some friends saw it, had questions about dementia and asked me to see it and to speak with them about it.
I bought a ticket but forgot to go.
A week passed. A friend phoned, "Phyllis, did you see the play about Alzheimers?"
Embarrassed, I asked the theater to honor my past dated ticket. Today they did.
I am a sad, wrung-out me right now. The play described a loving family struggling to make sense of an incomprehensible illness. It brought back so many thoughts, feelings and memories that I sit here flooded among.
And how on this weekend my sisters and I watched and waited as our well-loved mom took her last breaths eighteen years ago today.
