After the test, I found my way out of the complex and got into my car. I sat there for awhile, trying to regain my sense of reality. I touched the steering wheel and could feel it. I stared at the trees, just starting to bud with spring leaves. I could see them. Clearly.
I know I’ve been a good caregiver. As good as anyone could expect. But I wished that I’d had this experience before my dad’s brain was destroyed. I’d done my best to get inside his head and figure out where he was at any given time. But now I knew more.
Tears streamed down my face as I drove back to work.
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