one couple's reflections on living with dementia
Saturday, January 11, 2020
Jane: Nighttime Shenanigans
Last night, in the middle of the night, Sky reached over and patted me, then abruptly drew his hand away.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said. “I thought you were Jane.”
“I am Jane.”
“Oh, good.” And he went back to sleep.
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January 11, 2020
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