Mrs. Silverstone sat quietly on her French provincial chesterfield, enjoying the sunlight|
flickering through the living room, bouncing off the crystal chandelier. She was enjoying her quiet time with no distractions except for lady Nel the cat that thought she was
the owner of this immaculate two storey home. Ahh she felt blessed being able to enjoy
such beautiful surroundings.
Mrs. Silverstone however was perplexed in her thoughts for in the near future, her surroundings would change you see. She will no longer enjoy these fabulous
surroundings, oh no, her new place of residence will be the Carenune seniors home
for people diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease. A month prior she was slightly
confused after taking too much blood pressure medication and her son Bobby took her to
the emergency clinic, where a rather enthusiastic physician suggest she probably
had this horrid disease.
Immediately after hearing this news, and of course no further diagnosis was made, her
caring son decided Mom had better go somewhere where she can be looked after
better. He called around and found the geriatric home for seniors with Alzheimer’s,
the GHSA. After a very short conversation the arrangements were made. Mrs.
Silverstone was in shock, she was quite aware of what was going on. She asked her
son, Bobby, are you taking me to a Seniors institution, I’m not going there Bobby.
His reply was, you’re very ill mother and I can’t look after you. What do you think
is wrong we me Bobby, and he replied quickly in a harsh tone, you have Alzheimer’s
mother. I do not, she argued.
Unfortunately it didn’t seem to matter what Mrs. Silverstone thought, her son was
moving her out, after all she had done for him over the years. She pondered this and
was amazed that this situation had come into play. Why she housed Bobby all his
life, she paid all the bills and gave Bobby money to entertain his girlfriends, whatever
Bobby wanted, oh yes the old cliché Bobby got. She bought his clothes, gave him a
Mercedes car, all his expenses were paid and of course Bobby was her only child. She
had no one to turn to.
When Bobby wasn’t home Mrs. Silverstone tried to call her regular physician and was
told by the secretary she would have to make an appointment to talk to the doctor and
unfortunately the doctor wasn’t available for several days. She was so frustrated,
her last resort was to call the police and file a complaint against her son and the
police did come out to the home after a few days. They spoke to her son and he
assured them that she was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s and not to allow her to bother
them again. Once again she had no one to turn to.
Poor Mrs. Silverstone after all these years of protecting her son, he has turned on her.
She finally realized her enabling him for so long has back fired and now she is paying
The price. She knew she had to find someone who would believe her and help
her remain in her home. Finally she remembered one person that she new she could
rely on and that was her pastor. Oh yes she thought Pastor Thomas will help me, I must call him immediately. In the midst of the storm, God always comes through. She slept well that night.
The following morning, Mrs. Silverstone waited for her son to go for his morning run
and coffee time with the boys at a local café, the non-working boys of course. She called the Pastor and he agreed to come by and pick her up and go out for a discussion. She
was ready to go and when she saw his car in the driveway ,she made her way quickly to
the front door. Her son still had not returned. She was never so happy to see anyone
in her life.
Pastor Thomas drove Mrs. Silverstone to the church and while they enjoyed a nice hot cup of tea, she explained what had happened over the past weeks, needless to say the
Pastor was amazed and knew he had to act fast so she would not be admitted to the
seniors home. He arranged with the hospital for Mrs. Silverstone to have several tests
over the next few days and she would stay with his family for a few days until this
storm was over. He also spoke to the police and asked them to have Bobby removed
from the home, after all he did not act in his mother’s best interest. One could plainly
see what Mr. Bobby was up to, but the Pastor was not about to let that happen.
Mrs. Silverstone over the next few day’s, had all her tests and was clear, no sign of
Alzheimer’s at all. The police spoke to her son and told him he would have to leave the
premises, he was in shock and wanted to talk to his mother, no not possible the officer
explained, your mother has a restraining order put on you and if you are seen within
two blocks of here, you will be arrested and go to jail. You are totally on your own
Bobby, your mother will no longer look after you. Pack up your belongings and we’ll
see you out. Bobby was in shock and had no idea what he was going to do. Well he
still has his car and that would be his new home. He became very angry and started to
scream, my mom will let me come back, let me talk to her, over and over again. Finally
when the officers had enough they grabbed him and took him away from the premises.
Later that week, Mrs Silverstone came back home and sat once again on her French
provincial chesterfield with Lady Nel beside her, sitting like a Queen of course.
she pondered what had happened and realized she had made many mistakes, she robbed
her son of his independence and now he will have to learn the hard way. Never-the
less she also decided for once in her life she will not back down from her most
Oct. 11, 2008
Written for the challenge: In the midst of the storm
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