I was standing at the kitchen counter polishing 4 pairs of Bo’s leather shoes and thinking how he did this for me all of our lives. I would get many pairs of my shoes out and line them up so he could polish them while he watched TV.
How he has changed, this man who never wore an unpolished shoe or a wrinkled shirt, never drove a car that wasn’t shined, who always cleaned the car windows before leaving the driveway for a short trip. Now he is totally unaware of any of these things. This week he wore his best dressy black loafers (with white sox) in the wet grass to pull weeds.
He has declined so much in the past few months, and it shows in so many ways.
I knew this morning that it would be a difficult day because at breakfast he asked me if he could brush his teeth. I responded, “ Of course,”and then he asked, “Well, how do I do that?”
“You just need your toothbrush and toothpaste,” I said without thinking what would come next.
“Where is it? “ he asked.
“In the downstairs bathroom on the sink.”
“Where is that?” he asked.
I walked him to the powder room and gave him the toothbrush and toothpaste that stand in a mug on the counter by the sink.
Tonight, as he was getting ready for bed, he was about to put bar soap on the toothbrush when I interceded and gave him the tube of Colgate which was right in front of him.