April 13, 2006
Today as I
prepared to take Mom and Dad to the second member of the ‘team,’ the
gerontologist, I called at about 8:45 a.m. to see if they were ready. Mom
sputtered, “We are not going to the
doctor.” I reminded her I took the day off, and I’d arrive at their house in
about ten minutes.
At the last
moment, I grabbed my journal, putting it in the backseat, where Mom would sit,
but wrapped it, completely concealed, in my coat.
As I parked in
their driveway, I observed all doors, including the garage door, were shut and
drapes drawn. I rang the doorbell. At first no one answered. Then they
hollered, through the door, “We are not going.” I persuaded them to let me in,
however Mom and Dad refused to come out.
Mom said they
wouldn’t get in the car. She snipped, “We don’t want to meet with the
committee.” Dad agreed...
