Hello Son,
Saturday, August 2
This morning, Mom was going to
pick Aunty Hex (let's just call her that,
shall we?) from her apartment, and we
were going to a nearby cafe for
breakfast. Mom had told aunty the day
before that Mom would get aunty at 9 am.
Early in the morning, at about 745 am, Mom
down to the pool. Dad was still sleeping.
At the door, as Mom was unlocking and then
locking back, she listened to the song
LET IT BE that was coming from the
neighbour's place.
How strange, Mom thought.
The day before, (on Friday) ...
when Justine, Dad and Mom were on our way
to the mall at 1030am, we had to turn back to
the condo because Dad said he forgot to take
Mom's Europe Trip bag. We were going to
Coffee Bean to continue our planning for Dad
and Mom's Europe trip and Justine wanted to
do some work. At the condo porch, Mom went
up to our home. Approaching our door, she heard
the song LET IT BE playing softly from the
neighbour's house.
Mom went in, got her Europe trip bag, hurried out,
locked the door, took the lift down, and half-ran
to our car.
As she got in the car, Mom said,
"LET IT BE was playing from Val's house."
(Val is the neighbour)
Dad heard.
Justine heard.
Just know for the moment that Dad and Justine
heard what Mom said. LET IT BE was playing.
Mom caught the song in time. Two minutes
earlier or later, she would have missed it.
So that was Friday morning,
It was kinda strange, that on Saturday morning,
the next day, as she was going to the pool,
she heard that LET IT BE song again.
Strange because, as long as we have been living
at the condo with this same neighbour, and that's like
30 years already almost, Mom has NEVER heard
LET IT BE playing in that house.
NEVER.
And now suddenly, on 2 consecutive days, she hears
that song? Had she chose to go down to the pool a few
minutes earlier or later, she would not have heard the
song.
Mom was meant to hear it.
LET IT BE.
Let It Be and Mom have come a long way.
Way, way, way back when Mom was a 2nd year
Law student in the UK. At one point, before her
year end exams, Mom had played LET IT BE
(the Ferry Aid version at the time of the Zeebrugge
disaster) over and over and over again for like
many, many hours.
Okay. So anyway. Back to the story.
Mom went down to the pool.
Your mother had the pool all to herself.
She took her time to do her laps.
Splish.
Splash.
Splosh.
48
49
50
Ahhh.
Wonderful.
The exercise.
The stretching.
Always refreshing,
Mom's pool day.
Back at home, your mother glanced at
the clock as she got in.
It was 8:25am.
Mom sent Aunty Hex a quick text :
"Pick u 9 am." (08:28)
Mom sent Aunty a reminder before going to the
bathroom to take her shower.
Aunty Hex replied immediately :
"Already downstairs." (08:29)
What? So early? Mom thought. Oh well,
let Aunty enjoy the fresh air out of her
rented small room. Good for her.
So anyway, at 08:55, Mom was on
her way to Aunty Hex's apartment.
Your mother arrived a few minutes after
9am. Aunty Hex got into the the car
and we were on our way to the cafe
nearby ... about 5 minutes away.
Okay ... so a little reminder about Aunty Hex.
She 's having memory issues.
Memory lapses.
Dementia, some say.
Mom will not go into the details.
Suffice to say, each time your Mom is with
Aunty, Mom notices the deterioration of her
memory.
It's
just
not
getting
better.
Example, Aunty was walking around the
supermarket ... after breakfast ... and putting
items she took right into her personal hand
carrier instead of the supermarket's trolley or
basket. Two guards were following her, and
of course Aunty was oblivious to what was
happening around her. Good thing, Mom
intervened on time. You must have whispered
to Mom.
Then she would ask the same questions,
again and again.
Her personality is also changing.
It is difficult for us to see Aunty like that.
Mom sent Aunty back at 1030am. It wasn't
a nice feeling when we parted.
Mom was annoyed.
Aunty was like - almost angry.
It was just - awkward.
Tension in the car.
Words exchanged that cannot be taken back.
Wait.
Let's re-phrase that.
Cannot be taken back but can be forgotten,
Mom hopes, with Aunty's failing memory.
Aunty doesn't remember much these days.
Just be patient, and talk to her like you would
a child.
Mom had to switch off.
Mom had a prior appointment with Aunty Diana
at 11 am. We were taking Dylan and Ryan to
Coffee Bean to do some work.
So for the rest of the evening, Mom was busy
with Dylan's Year 5 Science.
Haha.
Afternoon passed.
Evening came.
We left the mall about 430pm.
Back at home ...
Mom was chilling on the sofa,
going through Youtube videos
of Paris and Italy trips.
It was about 7:30 pm, when Mom
received a text from Aunty Hex.
Mom did not checked the text
immediately. She didn't want to
put herself into that mode. She really
doesn't like herself when she's in
that mode. Mom has decided that Aunty
really doesn't bring out the best in Mom.
Haha.
Is that a good reason for our constant, um,
disconnection?
An hour later, Mom found herself taking her
handphone into the bedroom. Plonking
herself on the bed, she scrolled down to Aunty's
text.
Oh, Aunty sent a video.
Mom clicked on it.
O
M
G
Say what???
Unbelievable!!!
LET IT BE???
Of all the videos Aunty Hex could have
sent Mom, Aunty sent LET IT BE.
Is there a message for Mom?
So random.
Friday morning : Let It Be.
Saturday morning : Let It Be.
Saturday evening : Let It Be, again???
Is the message not loud and clear???
Let her be?
Is that it?
Or maybe Mother Mary knows Dad and
Mom will be going to Lourdes to visit
her grotto after 16 years, since we last
went there with you.
Ryan is here, Son.
Need to do some work with him now.
Okay okay, tell Mother Mary Mom will
let Aunty Hex be. Lol.
Stay close and keep the ZAPS coming.
xoxo.
Mom
