It’s tuesday the 12th, 3:37pm.
Marilyn is slowly but surely losing her memory.
She cannot recall things that happened ten minutes ago.
She has developed tremors and twitches – the onset of seizures.
She has no pain and is in good spirits.
She speaks joyfully of ‘going to God’
I’m exhausted and awaiting hospice and friends to help.
She lays in our bed, dozing, our cats sleeping nearby.
The clock ticks.