Don’t Ask Me Again!!!

My mother kept asking the same questions.

 It took me a couple of years to really face the fact that she asked again because she had no memory of having asked before.

As her dementia progressed there were episodes where the questions came in a rapid-fire cycle of repetition.

 She asked, “Where’s Daddy?” I said, “Daddy died.” She gasped and asked,  “When?” I said, “Ten years ago.”

She asked,  “What did he die from?”

I said, “His heart gave out.”

With no space between the conversation repeated:

She asked, “Where’s Daddy?” I said, “Daddy died.” She gasped and asked,  “When?” I said “Ten years ago.” She asked, “What did he die from?” I said, “His heart gave out.”

With no space between the conversation repeated:

She asked, “Where’s Daddy?” I said, “Daddy died.” She gasped and asked, “When?” I said, “Ten years ago.” She asked,  “What did he die from?” I said, “His heart gave out.”

I then told myself I couldn’t keep saying the same thing over and over and gave myself permission to try a verbal stun gun.

On this round when she asked, “Where’s Daddy?” I said, “Daddy died.” She gasped and asked,  “When?” I said, “Ten years ago.” She asked,  “What did he die from?” I said, “He died from too much sex!” Oh, Mom said with a shudder and a smile, “THEN I KILLED HIM!”

She had no more questions!

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Stories and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to Don’t Ask Me Again!!!

  1. Mooi says:

    I like the last answer!

  2. Pingback: Ask Me Again

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s