Its a Blessing

By Ariel Kane

Its a Blessing

We stopped at Costco gas on the way to the airport to fill up the tank before heading to the Hertz car rental return. I rolled up the window just as the gas station attendant took the receipt from the pump.

Shya said, “Don’t we need the receipt?”

As I rolled the window down again the man, who had seen us preparing to leave, was crumpling the paper and tossing it in the garbage.

“Oh wait!” I said, pointing to the garbage can. “I’m sorry. I forgot I might need the receipt for the car return.”

“Well I’m not going to dig it out of the garbage,” he said with a smile, “I’ll just print it again.”

As he handed me the receipt I thanked him and apologized again saying, “I forgot.” To which he replied, “I think forgetting is a blessing. So just don’t feel bad.”

As we pulled out of the station and into traffic I smiled also. We had just come from seeing my dad who has Alzheimer’s. He doesn’t remember our names or where he lives or even that my mom has passed away. We had had a dozy morning where dad held my hand and slept, occasionally twitching while dreaming dreams he wouldn’t remember when he awoke. I know that people think it is sad that he is so diminished in capacity. But his world is rather immediate. Delight in a blue jay, the warmth of the sun.

While with him I enjoyed these things, too. I also relish that I can still hear the sound of his voice when he speaks. I smiled in delight when he opened his eyes and blurted a surprised, “Your hair is getting gray.”

He doesn’t remember I was there. He doesn’t remember 5 minutes ago. I can be distressed or I can hold forgetting as a blessing. Why not?

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