Photo by Portrait of Tracy at Pixabay.
Tuesday afternoon, three hundred steps away. Two hours sanctuary at the library, he always has a carer so she’s not worried.
Books don’t ask questions, they don’t get agitated they were quiet.
She smiles chats advises be herself not a carer. Pratchett he made her remember.
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My sister’s husband has Alzheimer’s. Though she has help her life is so changed. He is no longer a husband but a confused child. She has to cope 24/7 with strange quirks, confusion, and difficult behaviour. She helps in the library for a couple of hours a week while hubby has a carer. ….. Such a cruel disease.
willowdot21 
Jun 04, 2019 @ 19:10:22
Poignant take sis 💜
Jun 04, 2019 @ 19:25:47
I had to change it three times it kept glitching, it should be okay now .. thank you for reading 💜
Jun 04, 2019 @ 22:32:55
“Such a cruel disease.”
Indeed. For all involved. 😦
Jun 04, 2019 @ 22:55:52
Yes Ben it an evil illness, thank you for reading 💜
Jun 04, 2019 @ 23:22:23
🙂
Jun 05, 2019 @ 08:55:26
💜
Jun 05, 2019 @ 15:11:18
What a brief but soothing respite from caregiving a library would be. Such a sad tale Willow, but I’m sure one played out many times over. Well told. 🙂
Jun 05, 2019 @ 15:14:14
It’s all true, my sister does help out at her local library, almost nextdoor to her home. Her husband an Altzhimers suffer has a carer while she gets a break .💜
Jun 05, 2019 @ 15:19:01
God bless her. It is a horrible disease. ❤
Jun 05, 2019 @ 15:27:51
It is indeed 💜
Jun 05, 2019 @ 23:56:18
❤️💜❤️
Jun 05, 2019 @ 22:52:45
I feel the sadness, Willow.
Jun 06, 2019 @ 05:04:16
It is an awful situation for her 💜
Jun 06, 2019 @ 06:23:55
It sounds like it.
Jun 06, 2019 @ 07:28:21
💜💜