Remembering Jenny, 1937-2012

I can’t really talk about Jenny without including Don. Don is Jenny’s husband. And more than anyone else I’ve met with Alzheimer’s, they are in this experience together. I meet up with Jenny and Don at a café. Around lunchtime, it’s crowded and noisy with customers. We decide we need to find a quieter and less distracting place to sit and talk. Jenny is thirsty, so Don leaves us to buy a bottled water for her before we go. He has just finished telling me that Jenny fell outside on the pavement. Are you cut? “What do you mean?” Are you bleeding anywhere? “Why?” You just fell? I’m unsure that I want to pursue this line of questioning. I don’t want to shine a spotlight on her Alzheimer’s like t

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