It’s been a ride that has not reached a destination. Those people who say it’s the journey, not the destination, do not know what they are talking about.
My mother is descending—has descended—into dementia. My wife and I have noticed little markers along the way over the last year. I questioned my father and like many husbands, many wives, he insisted she was fine; he never noticed anything. He was lying of course, more to himself than to either of us.
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