Hearing the runners scrape across the kitchen’s tile floor woke me from my nap. I could hear Adam drag the stupid rocking horse from the garage towards the family room. My dear partner of forty-odd years was beginning to lose it. He was acting so strange some days; talking to people who weren’t there, forgetting things, and even seeing things. I was worried about him.
I got out of my chair pressing downwards on my cane. As my hips groaned and my back creaked with pain, I felt each and every