11: trading places
what happens when the child becomes the parent, the coach the client, the client the friend
On Friday at dinner, I had to tell my dad to use the fork for his salad. He didn’t understand. So I pointed to the rolled cloth napkin that held the fork and told him to pass it to me. My mom took it, unrolled it, and handed it to him. Then I stabbed my lettuce with my fork so he could see what I meant.
This is Alzheimer’s.
It’s not mere forgetting. It’s …
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