A man I’m profiling for a story on caregiving just lost his mother an hour ago. Listening to his experiences and sensing his emotions over the last two weeks have reminded me of losing my mother on Easter. It’s been like reliving it all over again. I even had a meltdown after one of our phone conversations, but I’d never let him hear my own sense of loss.
When I met his mother in March, I thought she seemed healthier than my mom physically, but just as unhealthy mentally from dementia. She suffered from Lewy body dementia; my mother had vascular dementia. A lot has changed in three months. We didn’t see this coming.
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