He got a text saying that she’s had a stroke. They think it’s either as a result of her fall, or that the fall was because she’d had a stroke. It may also be because of the stress of looking after her husband single-handedly, whose memory is failing, during the lockdown. My heart is with her, though I don’t know her well. And her situation reminds me of another’s. She too carried the burden of her husband’s waning memory, though in their case there wasn’t the same love or care. Not by then, at least. Which is worse? I wonder. It is a sad thing.
A few singular souls wandered the Prom as I did this morning. We keep our distance, locked in our own darkness.
Will it rain?
I got all the timings wrong, but she was forgiving and kind all that way away in her mountain home.
