The subject of blame is proving an inspiration of sorts. I know that blaming Burt for his illness is [was] ridiculous. I also know that it was not an absurd reaction.
I bet that if your spouse received a dementia diagnosis, you might be angry. Not just at the diagnosis but also at him/her. I was angry at him for not exercising. Just for example. Blame the victim.
I was angry with him in the same irrational way I rail against the noise of construction when it interferes with an audio book. Yet, I developed an incredible patience for all of Burt’s quirks.
He had many idiosyncracies way before the dementia made it obligatory, but as his illness went on, he was sweet, he was funny. My heart filled with love for him.
He was blameless. Naturally. Obviously.
this is our life 
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