By Ani Tashjian
Dot doesn’t see her face, unless there’s an unexpected reflection somewhere. Perhaps in a curtainless window at night or in the shiny metal tray on her bedside table. Out of focus. Unfathomable.
Dot tries to remember her face as it was all those years ago when she was only eighty-five and still living alone in her own house. After they knew about the falls, after they moved her to assisted living, Dot still saw a face she recognized in the bathroom mirror.
But now, away in the nursing home, she doesn’t need mirrors to see herself. Their faces give hers away.
Lovely.
Thanks so much, Devonne. Happy you enjoyed it.
So poignant and wonderful! Well done, Ani!
Thanks so much, Patricia. I appreciate your comment!
Perfect. So much emotion packed into this.
Thanks so much, Ed. Definately a tough subject.
Sounds like what my Mom went through. Well done and relatable.
Thank you, Faith. A difficult experience for so many. I appreciate your comment!
Haunting and sad. Tugs at you long after you have finished reading.
Thanks so much, Mark. Such a lovely thing to say!
Nearing an age where nursing homes are not so distant, I can feel Dot’s pain.
Well done!
Thank you so much, Margie. I’m with you.
Love those last two sentences. Perfect.
Thanks so much, Jackson-Dan. I appreciate your comment!
Sad and extremely telling about way we view the passage of time. Nice work.
It certainly is sad, Kelly. And thanks for reading and commenting!