My aunt’s memory is failing. We first noticed this two years ago, when she got lost on the way to the grocery store; these days, she can hardly be left alone.
My dad, her impatient and controlling younger brother, is having a hard time with it.
Most recently, they fought when she told him she just returned from Africa. He reminded her, loudly and with considerable frustration, that she’d not left their neighborhood in years.
I’m truly disappointed in him. What sense does it make to argue? She will be gone soon. I want to know what happened in Africa.