Ambush (My Mom’s Alzheimer’s)
It’s a sunny morning in October. I slowly guide my mother down the stairs and we watch as the transportation van pulls up.
“Good morning, how are you?” the driver asks Mom politely.
He has walked down the steps of the van to meet us a few feet away from the vehicle.
He is a kind man, always guiding Mom gently up the two steps into the vehicle, always leading…