anger

I could tell she was angry when she got out of the van.

“How would you feel if I did THAT to you?”

“What did I do?”


“Huh, you know.”

“But I don’t know. and the cycle of quetions and angry answers went round and round.

After a bit of digging and admitting any and all guilt I find that she thought I left her at daughters house a couple of days ago, and that I had left their house early in the morning and I had not said anything to her about it.

Well, it had been that day, and I left an hour and a half before they did, so I was not all that far ahead.

Naturally and understandably, she is terrorized of loosing me. That is OK to a point.

It is one of those wonderful side affects of this wonderful disease.

Now that the disease is making bigger inroads into our lives, I am thankful for the good years we have had.

Indeed.