This afternoon I will have another visit with Gloria, my counsellor. I don’t really know what we’ll talk about, it always seems to be a dynamic event. Sometimes I feel good going in and other days, well, not as good.
I wish I knew how I was supposed to feel emotionally, I mean I know I’m supposed to feel good, normal, or not bad, at least most of the time. I also know everyone has ups and downs, good days and bad, but without the scale of where the uppermost “up” is I can only tell you where I’ve been. Sometimes that doesn’t seem very far “up”. I do have days where I feel good, pretty good in fact, is that all there is?
After our session I’ll pick up Dad and we’ll go for dinner. I’m thinking perhaps Chinese food, it was good the last time we had it and he enjoyed it, but he may not even remember. I know that sounds kind of callous, but it’s also true. He forgets more and more now and I’m surprised sometimes that he even remembers my name. Certainly he’s forgotten when my birthday is, and maybe that’s normal all things considered, he never was a good one for dates.
It reminds me of a time when we went to a family reunion about 25 years ago. At that time my Dad’s Mom, my grandmother, was suffering from dementia and after we arrived he went into the house to see her. He came out a short time later and told us she didn’t know his name, she thought that he was her brother. The similarity in looks was significant for sure but still his heart must’ve been broken. I know mine would have been.