It WAS a beautifully and thoughtfully written piece Chris. I wonder as I get older myself, if the depression I sometimes feel is a conscious mind’s way to make the dying to come easier to take. Sometimes I find myself staring at the ceiling at night with the exactly same thoughts as Beth’s Father-in-law. At least she can still have a conversation with him.
My mother’s Alzheimer’s/dementia is total now, but with last remnants of her mind went the anxiety she felt almost constantly every evening. The one thing I’ve always feared is senility, but seeing her rather happily reading the same paragraph for hours or watching the local recycling news channel long into the night, I wonder if, just perhaps, nature is being horridly kind.
You are right. Thank you.
See?
wonderful.
It WAS a beautifully and thoughtfully written piece Chris. I wonder as I get older myself, if the depression I sometimes feel is a conscious mind’s way to make the dying to come easier to take. Sometimes I find myself staring at the ceiling at night with the exactly same thoughts as Beth’s Father-in-law. At least she can still have a conversation with him.
My mother’s Alzheimer’s/dementia is total now, but with last remnants of her mind went the anxiety she felt almost constantly every evening. The one thing I’ve always feared is senility, but seeing her rather happily reading the same paragraph for hours or watching the local recycling news channel long into the night, I wonder if, just perhaps, nature is being horridly kind.
Back to the saving sanity of my drawing board.
Thank you, Chris.
(Seriously. It’d been a while since I’ve visited CP, and now I’m wondering why it had been so long.)
Yes, thanks for pointing in that direction. The piece was really touching.
In addition I have discovered Cassandra’s blog, which appeals to me on
several fronts.
Thanks, Chris, and thanks to the readers who’ve commented here!