After so much time trying to keep up with his delusions, all the Elephants, the chickens outside the window, the room having been reshaped with walls being moved, he throws one evening of complete lucidity at me.

That’s what happens when you ride the road with a parent with a debilitating disease such as Parkinson’s. And I would like to say that with all the lucid thoughts he had this evening, that we shared remarkable thoughts and grand conversation, but we did not.

Because when things return to normal,  even if only for one evening out of many, we both shift back into our worn out shoes walking into a conversation about mundane things. And I am always aware that any second he could be someplace else. In his mind at least. And all the while my mind races with each second waiting for the whole thing to dissolve right in front of my eyes.

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