A longtime family friend went into a dementia unit of a retirement home today. She woke up in her bed of fifty years this morning and now has a new bed and a new home. Her husband will be selling their house and moving into the same community.
There is no way to wrap this post up in a bright package tied with a coordinating bow. Although she is exactly where she needs to be, and it is long overdue, it is nothing but sad and heartbreaking for those who know her and love her.
Tonight I will attend my nephew’s winter concert. He is in fourth grade and will stand on stage with his classmates singing his heart out. It will be a lively, sweet event, an affirmation of one of the few things I know for sure: life goes on.
On the way to and from, I will pass our dear friend’s new home and I will say a prayer that she isn’t scared or upset, that the bastard of a disease that has put her there will at least grant her peace.
