We have been together for a long time. Married for 50 years next year. Together as a couple 53 years this year. A long time. I guess we are comfortable with each other. I will call it love since I have no better way to denote it.
When we where younger, we could sit quietly together. No longer is this true. Parkinson’s has attached new wiring and Cheryl’s thoughts come directly to her lips. She now talks constantly. To things, about things, to insects and sometimes to me.
These are noticeable changes in behavior.
There is a deep emotional connection to these changes in behavior. They are a window to a view of the future. It feels like grief. It sucks.