All is Lost (GP Ponti’s dream of January 2, 2020)

I discover that everything I had has been taken from me: I’m acutely aware I no longer have a job, a car, and most distressingly, my mother, who I had been caregiver to, has been taken away, to where I know not. I am devastated. No one I ask can tell me where she is. Somehow I get to a place where I can talk to a social worker. I explain to her what happened, and I ask her to use whatever resources she has to find what facility my mother may have been put in. After this, I walk to a bus stop to catch a bus to my workplace, even though I’m not employed there anymore. On the bus, are a group of older ladies who are carrying shopping bags filled with purchases from a shopping spree. I understand that they are from an elder care or memory care home. I recognize my mother and come up behind her and say something to her. She does not recognize me, but she responds. She is a young girl again and very happy. I understand, though not through anyone telling me this, that she had to be taken from me because of her advanced dementia. I decide to stay on the bus and see where my mother gets off so that I will know where she now resides. We are traveling downtown. At some point, I look back and am alarmed that I missed the disembarking of the older ladies and my mother. I had expected them to exit from the front doors near where I was seated, but they exited through the back doors. I tell the stout, red-headed bus driver to let me off. She informs me I need to pay for the extra distance I rode, since I had originally paid for a short ride. I feel hopeless. “I’ll never find her now,” I say to myself, though I think for a moment that if I take the same bus at the same time next week, I may have a chance. Then I remember she was on a shopping spree and that it was probably a special outing not likely to be repeated soon. I realize I don’t know the number of the bus I took and now don’t know which one to take to get back to the bus stop where I had originally hopped on. I see a bus coming but don’t get on it because I don’t know if it is the right one.