I was thinking about the word anguish today—maybe a result of too much crossword puzzling.
My husband of 60 years descended into the hell of Alzheimer’s despite everything I tried—hundreds of supplements, special diet, walks everyday—it slowed down the process but this year nothing helped anymore. I was advised finally to place him into a memory care facility. This, to me, was pure anguish,
When the day arrived, I tried to stay in good spirits so he would not be scared—only to be told, as he walked through the locked door with an aide, that I would not be able to visit him due to a new order for much more strict social distancing.
THIS WAS THE EPITOME OF ANGUISH
~M.R.
