The dilapidated farmhouse reappears on my left. I turned right at Beverley and still reached the wrong destination.
I’ve never had a sense of direction. That part of my brain is missing.
Mum too. We’d get lost in an empty room.
I check the time; cutting it fine as usual.
I used to call Mum in these moments, not that she was any help, just calm and non-judgmental.
I engage the Sat-Nav. The robot voice mockingly informs me to reverse course and turn left at Beverley.
I got lost driving to say goodbye at the hospital.
I’m lost without her.