Sometimes I’m very sad. Most times okay. Sometimes fearful for what is to come.
When we first found out James has dementia, I was a wreck. I had to stop playing mahjong because I was staying in the rest room all the time crying. I would go in one of the stalls and wrap my arms around myself, lean my head against the wall and sob – The strange thing is that never a tear came out. My face was dry. And yet I was crying. I know I was.
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