Building blocks
I just visited an older family member who, over the past few years, we’ve gone from supporting as he needed help at his home, then in our home, then, finally, just in the past few weeks, in the dementia unit of a nursing home outside of Washington, D.C.

I was so worried that he’d feel frightened, and I just returned from yet another visit. (So now you can guess the inspiration on that poem from the last post?)

His changing brain reminds me of a set of building blocks built into a complex structure. But, slowly, some of the blocks are stolen, so he has to rearrange the remaining blocks in ways that make sense.

Today I asked how he’s feeling. He told me this is the nicest hotel he’s ever stayed in ~ the chef is fabulous, and what service!

We are all authors. And while this man’s new story isn’t quite true, it also is.