愛在塵埃堆積的角落 第二篇 第20章 愛上陌生人 (1)
    ToLoveaStranger

    桑德·史密斯/SandeSmith

    Aparentsinceshewasfifteen,myseventy-six-year-oldmotherusedtolongforthedaywhenshecouldjustsitanddonothing.Nomoretakingcareofthechildren.Nomoreworryingaboutwhethertherewasenoughmoneytopaythebills.Nomoreresponsibilities.

    Shegotherwish.Everydaynow,shesitsinanursinghome,tappingherfingersonherchairinasyncopatedrhythmthatremindsmeofbebop,talkingtoherselfaboutherfather,whodiedwhenshewaseight.

    「MildredMildred.」Isay.

    Shelooksupatme,hereyesbrighten,andhersmilerevealssnaggleslikethoseofafive-year-old.「Comehere,babydoll,」shesays.

    Irushovertoher,pullcloseachair,andsitdown.

    「Hey,Mildred,howareyou?」Idon』tcallherMommyanymore.Shedoesn』tanswertoMommy.

    MymotherwasdiagnosedwithAlzheimer』sin1984,rightafterIgraduatedfromcollege.Whileinschool,Isawsignsthatsomethingwaswrong.Often,whenIwouldcallhome,shewouldbeupsetbecauseshe』dlosthermoney.「Mommyneverloseshermoney.」I』dthink.

    Ifoughtthedisease.Throughchangesindoctors,diet,andmedicine,andthroughtheadditionofChineseherbs,mymother』shealthimproved.Shelostseventy-fivepoundsandregainedherabilitytoconversewithotherpeople.Yet,despiteprofoundphysicalimprovement,theAlzheimer』scontinuedtounravelhermindoverthenextsixyears.

    Ilivedwithmymotherfrom1984to1990,astheillnessslowlytookitstoll.Itwasappallingtowatchherchangerightinfrontofme.Shedidn』tjustforgetthings.Shebecameadifferentperson—onewhomIdidnotrecognize.Whenmyboyfriendwouldwatchtelevision,she』dwalkincirclesaroundhischair,mutteringunderherbreathandscowling.Shekeptahammerhiddeninherroomandwieldeditattheslightestprovocation.Ifshegotoutofthehouse,she』drefusetocomebackin.Instead,shewouldrundownthestreet,callingforthepolicetohelpher.She』dcometobelievethatshewasapoliceofficer—aconvictiontouchedoffbyaletterinvitinghertotakethecivilservicetest.Onlyanotherpoliceofficercouldconvincehertocomeintothehouse.

    Thisisnotmymother,Iwouldtellmyself.Mymotherhadnointerestinmen;thispersoncalledmenovertoherwindow.Mymothernevercried,yetthiswomanbrokeintotearsattheslightestthing.Mymotheralwaysappearedpoliteandgood-natured.Thiswomanwasquick-temperedandslightlyparanoid.Shemovedmagazines,silverware,dishes,andclothingaroundthehouse.WhenIaskedabouttheobjects,she』dbecomeangryandyellatmeforthinkingshehaddonesomethingwrong.Shetoldmethatotherpeople,notshe,hadmovedthesethings.

    「Comehere,」she』dsayforcefully,grabbingmyhandandpullingmeintoherroom.「Listen.Doyouhearthem?Theytookit.」

    Tolearnmoreaboutthedisease,mysisterandIattendedgroupsforfamiliesofAlzheimer』spatients.Welearnednottoblamemymotherforthingsshesaidordid.TheAlzheimer』swastalking,nother.

    Asthediseaseprogressed,mymothergrewfrightened.She』dsay,「What』shappeningtome?Whycan』tIremember?」

    BeforeAlzheimer』s,mymotherneveradmittedfearorsadnesstome.Now,shebecamestrangelyfreewithheremotions,cryingwhenfrightened,expressingangerwhenfurious,andlaughingwhenexhilarated.AsIreleasedmyperceptionsofwhomymotherwassupposedtobe,webothbecamecalmer.

    IusedeverythingIcouldtostayconnectedtoherasshelosttheabilitytoengageinthehallmarksoflinearlife.Mymotherhadalwaysloveddancing.WhenIcamehomefromwork,I』dturnonTinaTurnerorJanetJackson,andwewoulddanceanddance.I』dplayherfavoritesongsonthepiano,andshe』dplaceherhandontopoftheolduprightandsingeachnoteandeverywordperfectly.
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