Sunday, June 12, 2016
It's going to be okay now.
We are taking a different approach to her now, she's not being fed as much, only as much as she can handle or wants. It's little, but it's making a big difference. She's not choking anymore, she's more relaxed, we are helping her eat less, not more. It's okay, it's what is supposed to happen. I'm finishing writing this at the time of waking up and hearing about another mass shooting. The toll
is already up to 50. It's bad, it's not hopeful, and I fear that this world is not going to be okay on a
larger scale. We are all fighting personal battles, and have our own crosses to bear, but when a stranger preys upon strangers with weapons of mass destruction, my family's battle with Alzheimer's makes sense, and seems easy. But, for the people and families that were hurt or killed, it's not going to be okay, because they couldn't be there for them at the end to hold their hands and say I love you, it's not what is supposed to happen.