I felt queasy as I approached the front door. I could see her standing by the recliner waiting for me to come into the house. I took a deep breath and opened the door.
Can you see him? she whispered.
It’s too dark in here. I’m going to open the shades.
There on the couch. The man with the ax in his head. She was beginning to unravel.
And the man next to him with a gun. He’s been there all morning. I can’t stand to look at him. He scares me. She began to sob. She was shivering all over because she was filled with fear.
All because her mind was filled with images that were not real.
Would you like some ice cream? There’s chocolate.
That man has to leave first. He makes my stomach sick. At this point just quiet whimpering, waiting for me to do something.
Remember, what you see is only in your mind. It’s not real.
Are you sure?
Do you want to take a nap? Yes, I do. Will you come nap too?
We walked into her bedroom and I tucked her in. We spooned for a little while and I prayed. It makes her really happy when I pray.
She taught me not to cuss. Damn Parkinson’s.