Its a slow fade

I was in a beside myself state of mind today over trying to print some 5x7's for the Gallery Gift Shop, to try and boost lagging sales. The printer as I related earlier just wouldn't print beyond magenta. From lack of using the printer often, the ink had dried I assumed, or something glitchey.
Got into the PT Cruiser and headed for Office Max, not really wanting to. Got the ink and a new pair of head phones for around 40.oo. Started home but decided instead to visit Robert Jones, whom I hadn't seen in months.
I was taken somewhat aback when he came to the door of the double wide, where at 90, he still lives alone, his nephew Tommy living next door keeping an eye on him.
He was skinnier than I even recall him in the hey day of his running career thirty years ago. Too, his memory was ever more fuzzy than last time. Fortunately he still knew me, even though he had forgotten so many I mentioned. He did not even know his own nephew's wife Glenda Sanders whom he has gone to eat beans with forever on Thursdays. He had to look on a pad to see how old he was.
We sat and talked small talk as he faded in and out, bringing to memory the past growing dim. Not remembering Rick Bringger, I thought perhaps we could drive over to Firehouse Subs and maybe he would be there. We arrived and Rick wasn't. I ordered and Bob just stood there, unable to make up his mind. I finally said, give him what I am having. We ate the steak and cheese subs medium all the way combo in relative silence. I told him it was like the old days when I was always first to finish, waiting on him.
We drove back to his place stacked high with things he has ordered over the years and searched for some old slides I would duplicate for him. He forgot what we were looking for. I did not push it. We sorted through some old running club days photos and I said, that is ok, if you find them, fine. I knew he wouldn't. I knew when he closed the side bedroom door, he would not even remember why he was in the room
I promised him I would try and come see him at least once a week. He said he liked to go out for breakfast around 9 or 10. So do I. I will try and live up to my word and visit Bob again.