Just sitting here on my porch at 8:30AM and thinking and the thought came to me about you Bobby, the day your father and I took you to Gainesville to enter college.
I was never one to show my feelings but I felt so bad leaving you there that I was so relieved when you came back. My little boy leaving home, how sad.
Feb 1997 – 28th
I got up at six AM, showered dressed and went for a walk down the beach. The sun was just coming up, the weather was so nice. I noticed my paper wasn’t by my door as it usually is at that hour so thought he hadn’t come, but the other people had paper by their door.
About an hour later I noticed the paper by my chair on the porch. I have absolutely no recollections of bringing in the paper. Then the thought came to me that the door wasn’t locked when I went for a walk, but passed that off that we forgot to lock it before going to bed.
I must have got the paper in my sleep. I know I’m forgetful but not that forgetful. Is this the beginning of Alzheimers?