Day Ten

I finally went.

It was suggested months ago.  I was given a phone number, a name, a physical address, an email address.  It was laid out before me like a gift… I kept refusing to open.

I did yesterday.

And sat in a room of 20 or so people… men and women, all ages, all with family members suffering from various forms and levels of dementia/Alzheimer’s… all saying out loud the words swirling in my head for a year.

Some of them have been meeting for years, some a few months.

What is said in the room stays in the room.

There were a few whose family member has died… but they come because they’ve formed a bond… they are friends… and they have something to offer the ones still on the journey.

I think I like this group.  I’ll go back.

One of my fears… loosing my self and having no future… apparently isn’t uncommon.  Helping your person while living a life… is why we’re there.

Two ladies, 70ish-80ish, lost their spouses recently.  They’ve survived a lot.  They meet with us to encourage.  This morning, right now as I type actually, they are leaving on a kayaking trip.

This makes me smile because I can see awesome…

Hope…

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