Each time we grow a little the layer we unfold leaves us in a moment of grief for what used to be.

This was the thought that came to me reading your words.

Thanks for giving me space to reflect with your words.

It isn’t easy to watch a loved one go through a stroke/dementia. I saw my Nan and then Grandfather lose their zest — it was like that spark in their eyes just turned off and they decided that was it — no more.

Thanks for being you.