It's like his memory went on him, suddenly puzzled about what I was doing. It was his idea to clean up the yard, yet he's suddenly baffled. I had to patiently tell him what we were doing, and 3 times I told him that mom was at work when he kept on asking where she was, then wondered who I was talking about. I tried not to get worried about it, but I couldn't help remember a friend of his he recalled months ago, who suddenly didn't feel good and went inside his house. When my dad checked on him, the guy was on the bathroom floor, dead. I imagined finding him on the floor, me calling the ambulance, then calling my mom and brothers about dad dying on me while doing yard work, then all three of them getting angry at me for letting a 64 year old doing any physical labour: the image became about me. Dad's pride will kill him when it comes to keeping active and doing what he wants, and my stopping him will only make things worse. Not many people want to admit they're getting old, and he usually condemns himself as stupid whenever his memory fails him.

He's gone to work now, and I should get ready for my actor's group, but I can't help but think of a possible traffic accident involving my dad's cab and his miscalculation.

I hope he's okay.