I'm Worried About Mom
It started a little over a year ago. My Mom started getting forgetful. At 87, being a little forgetful is not something to be overly concerned about, so we didn't really worry about it. Then came Thanksgiving. My Mom was supposed to make her delicious cornbread dressing as she has ever since I can remember. Cornbread, onions, celery, chicken broth all mixed in together and baked transforming it into something so yummy. Turkey and dressing with some cranberry sauce on it was something we had enjoyed every year. I picked up Mom to go to my brother, Gary's, house. She had a baking dish covered in foil that was the dressing. When we got to his home, I carried the dish into the kitchen. Mom followed. I was greeting everyone while Mom put the dressing in the oven, like she always does. My sister-in-law, LiAnne, was getting the other dishes ready, Gary was cooking the turkey in the rotisserie. I had made my "famous" deviled eggs. Other family members arrived and