mosses monday X...

it is so hard when you love someone to admit to yourself your loved one is anything but perfect.

i suppose this is why i assured everyone at my baby shower mrs. moss must have had something really important come up at the last minute causing her to be late rather than admitting her memory was failing her.

she was the only one missing from the guest list. thus, her absence was noticeable. further, several were wondering aloud if something were wrong.

"of course not," i assured them (i was really assuring myself)." 

mrs. moss had had her gift delivered. she had sent me the most adorable appliqued diaper bag for my baby katherine, who was due to arrive in just four, short weeks.   there was a gift card attached,  "love, lucy".

 i still have both...


though mrs. moss still wasn't there, i went ahead and opened the gifts and thanked everyone for the lovely things they'd given to me. carrot cake and coffee were served... my heart felt very heavy, and i was really starting to worry.

mrs. moss, being an extremely well-mannered, southern woman, wouldn't have not responded to say she was going to be unable to attend unless something really were wrong. i knew that.

she never arrived.

when it was time to leave, i thanked everyone again, my mom helped me load my gifts into my car, and i drove straight to the moss' home.

from the outside, all seemed very normal. i was so relieved. you will never know how relieved i was to see both cars in the drive, light coming from the windows, and smoke coming from the chimney! 

i headed home with a much lighter heart.

after returning home, it wasn't long before our phone rang... (the mosses called us every night at 6 just to see how our day went, share their day, and tell us that they loved us. thank goodness; nothing was different with this conversation!)

"oh, mrs. moss, i love the diaper bag you sent to my shower. it is the cutest thing ever," i said. "thank you so much!"

mrs. moss sat there for a moment. then i heard her say to mr. moss that she knew there was something she was supposed to have done that afternoon. she apologized for forgetting. i assured her it was okay, that i just wanted to thank her for her thoughtfulness and adorable gift. 
(it really was okay;  and i really did  just.want.to.thank.her.).

little did i know her missing my baby shower would be the first of many episodes of forgetfulness we would experience together due to the onset of...
alzheimer's.

(to be continued...)

love and blessings,
dani xx

ps you will find earlier entries in ascending order on my side bar entitled, "our love story":)