My folks and I were FaceTiming last night when my dad told me a story that my mom requested I share on this blog.
My Aunt Patti was at my parents’ house painting my mom’s nails yesterday afternoon when my mom seized the opportunity to try and recruit her to help type a blog post because ALS has rendered her fingers pretty much useless. For the purpose of this story it should be noted that ALS has also had a similar effect on her speech.
Their conversation went something like this.
Aunt Patti: “What was that, Rosemary?”
Mom repeats herself.
Aunt Patti: “I’m sorry. I still didn’t get that.”
Mom repeats herself again.
Aunt Patti (turning to my dad): “What is she saying?”
My dad: “She’s saying, “I’ll dictate, you type.””
And then, noting the obvious hole in my mom’s plan, they all laughed.