Comedy is an escape,not from truth but from despair
Christopher Fry
This morning brought a sadly amusing Alzheimer's mini-event.
Mom brought Daddy's slippers out of his bedroom to show me. Instead of a pair of socks, Dad had stuffed a pair of underwear in each one. It was such a silly thing that we both had to smile at it, and share an poignant chuckle.
There are more and more moments like this now, indicative of the steady progression of the disease. If looked at within the larger context, these little things will break your heart. So instead, whenever we can, we look at the event in isolation, grasping desperately for the humor.
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