If he never got sick.

On this beautiful early Sunday morning we’d be sitting on the deck discussing where we’d hike later that day, or maybe a mellow bike ride with not too many hills. I’d ask him about the book he was reading last night. While he easily devours chapters, I struggle reading in bed. My eyelids instantaneously get…

Compared to what.

Like many who’ve had to deal with some pretty heavy stuff, I was constantly being thrust into the unknowns, knowns and figuring out how to live somewhere in between it all. Take Alzheimer’s, then have it happen to a young healthy person in what should be their prime years. My husband started leaving when he…