Finding Dory
I have seen the movie before, however the other night I experienced it in a completely new and unexpected light. I was hit hard and fast with the realization that Dory’s constant, frantic searching may be what it’s like for Dad in his mind. The questioning who you are, wondering your purpose, feeling as if you’ve lost all connections. Plain and simply forgetting everything! This time I had to leave the room. Because as much as my girls understand what’s going on and I’ve allowed them to see me cry and talk about grief, some days I want to protect them from the hurt. It is so damn hard to witness and hear how his mind and his physical body continue to change. What is even more difficult for me are these gaps of time where I am not physically present. So to see the changes since the last time I was with Dad is really hard. There are more and more times when I’m with him and I think, “this is not my Dad”. And it absolutely breaks my heart; I hate thinking this way. Because this