I remember where I parked when I had this particular conversation.

I was on the way home from work, nearly back into my neighborhood, when I got the call, or maybe it was a text first,

It was from a good friend of my elder auntie, here was the gist of how it went on that particular day, foreshadowing for a changing dynamic soon to come,

I pulled over in the neighborhood, on a residential street maybe five blocks from my house, and we settled into a short conversation,

My auntie’s friend, she was concerned about my auntie, about maybe dementia coming on, little slips, not knowing,

Similar incidents, not properly recorded, all the same real, so real, what to do next,

And then the fall, November 2024, right before Thanksgiving, shit show underway…

Another elder care situation added a whole new dimension to a busy and varied life, hectic work life, three kids, co-parenting, and my elder mom still alive at the time,

The swirl of varied and busy and intrusive to flow state sped up, sloppy, sticky swirl, thus so,

And lo and behold, I’m still in that slush today, tho’ mom’s gone now but the messy mull continues, ebbs and flows, won’t let me go, won’t let me go,

I remember where I parked for that first convo, would that I’d known what to do next, would that I’d known.