Photo: Vanessa Rodriguez.
It’s a vineyard Joyce.
They make wine from the little grapes.
No wine Joyce, not whine you do too much of that now days.
You know Joyce, reds and whites, some with bubbles?
Joyce you aren’t making this any easier.
Sorry love, I didn’t mean to make you cry.
Yes you can have some more grapes and I wont let the bad man take them off you.
(Takes a deep breath)
Bill had decided a day out of the nursing home with Joyce would be good for both of them.
She was so far away from him; so childlike it broke his heart to see her as she was.
He remembered her joy at Christmas when she would give him a sealed envelope. It contained the destination of their next holiday, Joyce loved surprising him.
Now Bill was surprised when she knew who he was. He hated thinking they were strangers to each other.
Morpethroad 
Dementia is so sad. This story is excellent and really shows this terrible affliction.
Thanks Joy. It’s very sad and troubling for the carers.
Yes, it really is.
It’s a sad but sweet story, well written
Thank you Huma.
So heartbreaking, but you captured the emotion beautifully.
It’ a very moving story, Michael. It’s so hard for people to see those they love succumb to this awful illness. The scene you created plays out so well.
An excellent, very moving story, Michael. His pain and frustration comes through really well.
Oh this is heartbreaking. Whether I’m writing it, or another…always heartbreaking.
Thank you Dell, its a tough business when it happens to family.
I can only imagine, Michael–very tough.
Well done… but so sad.
Thanks so much Roger, have a good day…
Aw, such sadness.
Thank Brenda, I hope something never afflicts either of us.
Yes, I hate to forget things. But to forget a whole life. Terrifying.
Yes indeed.