11 years ago I was driving with my wife and listening to a radio 4 piece about the lifelong love between Leonard Cohen and his muse, Marianne Ehlen. In those happy days I could enjoy the shared experience and talk about such things with her.
Tonight I've enjoyed watching a film on the same subject. But my wife is no longer physically here or mentally capable of sharing it with me. It will be pointless to mention it when I visit her tomorrow but I'll probably try. Perhaps some of the care staff will show some interest.
Such is the loneliness that dementia inflicts on those who are left behind.
Tonight I've enjoyed watching a film on the same subject. But my wife is no longer physically here or mentally capable of sharing it with me. It will be pointless to mention it when I visit her tomorrow but I'll probably try. Perhaps some of the care staff will show some interest.
Such is the loneliness that dementia inflicts on those who are left behind.
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