I am terrified of leaving promises unfulfilled, plane tickets unused, hearts unsure if I loved them.
It’s painful to see a shell of a person and wonder what they could have been. I often sit in silence and wonder what kind of man my Grandpa would be today, and how I would have turned out differently under his influence. Alzheimer’s robbed me of that, contaminating my Grandpas mind, my relationship with him, and our understanding of each other.
The energy the camp emanates is impossible to put into words.
Anxiety is figuring out how to deal with it.
10 o’clock: A 5 year old slobbering down her portion of her moms sandwich, discussing the tea party from her friends princess themed birthday the evening before.