Babu hates when she views the world outside of her window and it’s cloudy. She’ll say: “No sunshine today?” and not just once. I’m always more concerned about the clouds that move across her, across her face when she just can’t grasp a memory, or, even worse for her, a word, the clouds that move across her mind when she thinks about details, and people, and love she once knew clearly.
I have written about this before and will again, is she loosing mental capability or am I just watching too closely, looking for monsters under the bed and creating them in doing so? I ask her all the time to cut herself some slack when things aren’t easy for her, she’s 98!, but I need to let go, too. Let go of wanting to control, stave off, look closely to catch the earliest sign…
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This is the hardest part – for both of you. Courage, and keep smiling.at each other.
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Thank you. She doesn’t at all have the struggles other people have. I try to keep focused on the gratitude!
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