One more month and a half and we move. We're starting to nest, sort, and clean. I have such a hard time choosing what to keep and what to ship off. Jack will start counseling this wednesday. He isn't understanding what exactly is going on and is torn on moving and I feel it's the right way to go for him. He's really open to it, too. He's my spiritual man.
Dementia is a strange thing. I am amazed at the patience it takes. It creeps up on me, and I hear Bill ask, are you mad? I hope I can be strong enough. I am so unsure of what is ahead for him.