In the Bedrooms of Others (100 word version)

Towards the end Dad took to removing his grey flannels in the bedrooms of other residents, much to their surprise and, I have to say, my mother’s.

“Well this isn’t like him at all,” my mother said, rubbing his hand gently with her thumb.  “He’s always been far too busy with work for all that.  He’s just never been that much of a ladies’ man.”

My father stared at her face blankly for a minute.  “Ah, here’s one I know,” he said, surfacing briefly from his confusions.  “Don’t I?”

“You do,” my mother replied, cherishing the moment.  “You really do.”

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8 thoughts on “In the Bedrooms of Others (100 word version)

  1. I see the humor, but as I live with my mom to help care for her and she has Alzheimer’s, mostly I just got this overwhelming sense of sadness. I think it is good when words can reach us, even if it makes us sad.

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