That was the worst part. He was an intelligent person, but seeing him incapable of knowing why he was all of a sudden standing in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and what he was supposed to do with it was difficult.
Wow, Man...
That was the worst part. He was an intelligent person, but seeing him incapable of knowing why he was all of a sudden standing in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and what he was supposed to do with it was difficult.
Concur with what you said about grief. And the having to pull over. Driving home from work one night several years after my mom died..... same deal. A memory hit me and it got pretty hard to see to drive. You just never know what’s gonna trigger it.... I just know when it does you gotta let it happen. It’s the only way to work your way thru the process. Not saying you ever get over it....you don’t..... but you do finally arrive at a new reality..
And I wish you peace in the grieving process. It is a process. Sometimes I hear some dumb old
song on the radio and it makes me think of my dad and I have to pull over, because tears are
running down my face. He died in 1985 and I ain't over it yet. I'm mostly over it, but it still
comes back and punches me in the stomach when I least expect it.