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…
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