Saturday, May 4, 2013
watching the last few minutes of The Notebook...James Garner in tears when his love is upset and succumbing to dementia..instantly the recognition of how I feel when Mikee is having a seizure...helpless, speechless, frustrated, frail, did I mention helpless? For some reason it helped to see on film the emotion that has choked me and rendered me spent. The constancy of watching over her ended a while ago but every so often the reminder of the tornado that ripped through our lives arrives as a sign that she is still on too many pills and is too fragile for an 18 year old to deal with. I am grateful she does not appear to stew in the bitter juices of her reality.