I have been mourning for two days the death of an old friend. There are literally pulls to the heart and a fiery burning behind my eyes as I swallow the death demon. I know time will give me its power. I have the same feelings sometimes in my practice, as lately, seeing one of my elder ladies with PPA progressing further into the dementia that must claim her. Last week, she forgot to put on her socks. The silvery hair is no longer well-coifed, and there is a bit of Whatever Happened To Mary Jane about her eyebrows and other make-up. Our sessions have morphed into slide shows, with comments and affirmations. Still able to understand language, we sometimes listen together to TED talks, especially ones with humor. This is because I like to hear her laugh.
I like to think that all of these experiences that are life’s pain are a way inside myself, finding strength there to reply.
How do I know when I succeed?