Days Following

I have followed literally my sister around all day, getting jobs done, and some ‘jobs’ were harder than others.

We started the day by telling Mum that Dad had died. Her dementia means two things.
We have to tell her the news again and again.
But the news stays in her head for a very short time.

I don’t think she will reach the depths of grief for her husband of 59 years. I don’t think she will mourn in that way at all. But she does have to hear the news that he has died repeatedly. How sad is this.