September 14, 2016

Wednesday lunch with Jane. She was sad today, which makes me sad. We like to sit on this swing together & watch the birds when it’s not too hot outside. Today, I leaned my head on the shoulder of a very frail woman & she leaned her head against mine. Where did my strong, bossy step-mom go? She never waited for someone else to make decisions – she handled it all. Now she waits for me, and leans on me for her strength. She is only 65 years old yet her body looks to be 90.

I hate you dementia – you are a cruel, evil monster.