The presence of dementia makes you grieve for some people earlier than you're supposed to.
(BACKGROUND: My sister Magen called me last night, reporting that our mother is in the hospital with a not-insignificant infection - basically bedsores cleaned up to the extent that my sisters could do, but things got missed, and the odor was lingering. Magen also hinted that, although things don't appear necessarily grave, that I should consider an October trip to New York. I and my wallet both winced.)
I'm a little bummed (again, but this has been the 800-pound gorilla in my life for the last few years, so that's just par for the course.), needless to say.
(BACKGROUND: My sister Magen called me last night, reporting that our mother is in the hospital with a not-insignificant infection - basically bedsores cleaned up to the extent that my sisters could do, but things got missed, and the odor was lingering. Magen also hinted that, although things don't appear necessarily grave, that I should consider an October trip to New York. I and my wallet both winced.)
I'm a little bummed (again, but this has been the 800-pound gorilla in my life for the last few years, so that's just par for the course.), needless to say.