I visited with a caregiver. His wife had recently passed away with alzheimer’s disease. We spoke of her and the journey they had taken. He said family and friends had long since stopped staying in touch. He enjoyed our time together so much. He smiled a few times. We sensed that I needed to leave. He shook my hand, hugged me and began to cry. This man was 89 years old.
Alzheimer’s disease really sucks, as does the loneliness that may accompany it.