It started two days before Patrick's birthday. I was going to take him to Sizzler and then we were going see the new Star Trek movie.We are both die hard Trekkie's and were excited to see the new flick.
I went into town early by bus. Patrick and i had planned to meet at Sizzler before the matinee around 2pm. I have strained to remember Patrick before I left on that day,
but have been unable to. My last memory of Patrick being the o.k., brilliant, normally insane Patrick was about two weeks before his stroke when he prepared a teriyaki steak dinner.
The meal had a variety of delicately cut vegetables and meat. The meal left a wondrous impression. Patrick was a good cook.
Patrick showed up to the restaurant seeming confused. I realized he was wearing his shirt and his shorts backwards.I hurriedly helped him to turn his shirt around (he had difficulty doing it himself,) and I shepherded him into the restroom encouraging him to turn his pants around.
During lunch, he wasn't able to handle listening too much to my rambling conversation (which was not unusual), but his attention span seemed even shorter than usual.
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It is amazing that he made it to Sizzler at all.
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