Dementia: Needles to the Heart
My husband called me just now and excitedly announced that — as if, surely, I didn’t know — Robin Williams died.
I said yeah, I knew. What I didn’t say was that it’s been almost a year.
He said something like, “Oh, it’s so hard to tell you something you don’t already know.” Again, I didn’t tell him it’s been almost a year.
Sixty second events like this happen every day when living with someone with dementia.
One learns to shake their head (without showing it) and to cry silent tears.
It’s like needles to the heart. There’s no escaping what’s happening to my loved one’s brain.
Entry filed under: Musings.