We were together for about an hour, not saying much except the pain of it, how much it hurt and how she and I were going to face the future in our relationship. She promised she would be with me, even after the “me” she knew was no longer there. It was a sorrowful time, of course, but one that brought me closer to the incarnated reality of what’s happening. My tears started coming up (but not out) for the first time, I felt deep sadness and a sense of loss. Spiritually, I felt in different space, closer, perhaps, to the deeper reality of God.
Marja and I talked last night about telling our grown children. She thinks rightly that we should talk with them before we go out to Napa for Christmas. She suggested giving only an “introduction” over the phone, telling them about some “concern” about my cognitive function but not really telling them outright about what it is. Trouble is, once the conversation starts, I will probably not be able to confine my talk to preparing them .