“Honestly, kind of tiring.” I laughed to see if he’d laugh along too. When he didn’t, I quickly cut to the gist of the call. “My mom has dementia and can’t stay on her own anymore. She almost burnt the house down. She left something on the stove,” I explained. “My brother called to ask me to help him find some places in the area. Assisted livingplaces.”
“Those decisions can be tough to make. Did you have any luck finding any potentialfacilities?”
I told him about the few that I found and that each of them specializes in dementia and Alzheimer’s care. It felt good to talk to someone other than my brother aboutthis.
“Anyhow, because of it, there might be a chance that I might need to help my brother get hermoved.”
“I’m sure that your brother can handle the details. You’ve provided him with the information on thefacilities.”
“I know, but I should probablyhelp.”
“Do you feelobligated?”
Did I? I didn’t know what I felt exactly and was honest withhim.
“I’m not sure, to be honest withyou.”
We moved onto a discussion about the video and I told him that I really likedit.
“The sound and video quality was great. I haven’t seen videos that goodbefore.”
“I have a few subscription services for videos from some of the higher quality production companies. They don’t dabble in low end quality or amateurvideos.”
My stomach dropped as I imagined him stumbling onto something of mine somewhere, but then again, he probably wasn’t watching amateur stuff. We talked in depth about the video and how I felt when I saw that the guy was hard from the experience. I was honest and agreed that it made me feel as though I might not be as fucked up as Ithought.
“You’re not fucked up,Ryan.”
I wanted to end the phone on that phrase and we wrapped up the call. I needed to fall asleep hearing his voice recite that in my mind as I drifted off tosleep.
