Thinking about five years ago

As I wait coronavirus out, I am constantly thinking about five years ago.

Five years ago at this time, Rick was actively dying.

To make matters worse parts of his brain that controlled emotions and crying failed him.

I dealt with screaming

I dealt with anger issues

I dealt with crying

But somewhere inside him, he knew to help out on a subject that was near and dear to me.

So, when my therapist wanted to borrow us for a school project she was doing, he was great.  It involved how people with Alzheimer's processed music, and she wanted to use Rick to do some illustrations.  It was one of the two visits during this time that I will always remember.

I also wondered when that chapter would end.

It ended three months later.

And this chapter will end too.

I just want it to end yesterday.