A beautiful story. It reminded me of a quote from Mother Teresa:
“Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love.”
I spent the morning with my elderly mother-in-law today. She has dementia and lives in a care home, but we visit at least once a week and I was determined to take her out this week while I have no studying. The past couple of times M has seemed more confused, more clumsy, more tired. From what I have read about dementia this is just the gradual, if not unexpected, decline with the passage of time. Today she asked me the whereabouts of her husband, so I had to gently tell her of his death. We have had to do this several times, though not as many as you would think. She began to cry as the news hit her afresh.
“I forgot, you know.” She said, at once both pained and vulnerable. She blew her nose, “I didn’t mean to.”
“I know.” I replied, taking her hand.
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