Going home

This morning my partner said, “This Alzheimer’s stuff is terrible. You get a cold, you are stuffy for a few days, but this just goes on and on.” (My sentiments exactly!)  “It is so hard to try to find my words especially when I am talking to strangers.”

Later he came and said hopefully, “well, maybe when I come back from Ontario it will be better.” I had him repeat the phrase because I was so startled.

Wanting to live in Ontario (his boy home home specifically) and being very vocal about it has become a marker for how uneasy he is in a situation. Now this adds another dimension to all that.