My wife died of early onset dementia about six years ago. While I have a little over 60,000 words of non-fiction on the ordeal, I am scared to read it. It was written in the white heat of the moment, and I suspect it’s full of disturbing details I've erased from memory.
The Deep End
The Deep End
The Deep End
My wife died of early onset dementia about six years ago. While I have a little over 60,000 words of non-fiction on the ordeal, I am scared to read it. It was written in the white heat of the moment, and I suspect it’s full of disturbing details I've erased from memory.