It’s the Saturday in a holiday weekend, Memorial Day. Visions of picnics, parades, friends and family, laughter. Maybe next Memorial Day weekend.
Larry is at home, hospice is coming into the home. It’s sad enough that he’s bedridden but it’s the dementia that is most heartbreaking. He was always hard to “read” but now it’s impossible. Is he cold? Hot? In pain? He shakes his head no or grunts out “no” on just about every question. It’s his personality to be compliant and not a burden. He is not a burden, in spite of my own tiredness and feelings of abandonment. Continue reading “Our Path Together”