We need to grieve our sorrow. So do our sweethearts who are afflicted.
I specifically said “sorrow” rather than sadness.
It’s a deeper and more encompassing emotion.
It seems that as his disease progresses, Burt grieves less.
He appears to be less aware of his situation; if that is so, I am glad for him. Awareness that he has dementia did not improve his quality of life.
I hope that while he had awareness, he had the chance to own his sorrow. My grief is on-going, increased as his capacity is diminished.
If I am vague about his understanding, it’s because I don’t know; he often seemed to brood but did not always articulate.
Often, I am sure he could not. I have quoted him in other posts saying, “It’s a brain disease.”
To me, that was heart- wrenching enough. A kind of half-spoken sorrow, the whisper of his awareness.
this is our life 