When I picked up Kate, she seemed to be a good humor. The tension seemed to have passed. She said a few things about the good candidates they had interviewed and I made some brief responses, but neither of us tried to go back to discuss the events preceding her meeting.
We went out for pizza for lunch. After we were seated at a 2-seat table, she looked at me and said, “I wish I could sit next to you.” I reached to hold her hand across the table and didn’t say anything. I could tell she was still feeling the hurt and frustration over the events of the morning. This is especially painful for me. I hate for her to suffer, and I hate it when I am the immediate cause of her pain as I was this morning. Of course, I recognize that it is really her AD that is the source of the problem.
The light is really dawning on me that I need to work with her to enable her to do as much as she can while I see that everything that needs to be covered is covered. She won’t be able to get things done without my help. I know it is good for her to continue to do as much as possible for as long as possible.
I’m not sure why but when I hit things like this, I begin to wonder how soon I should tell the children. What I fear is that if they know, the grandchildren will soon know. Then it is possible that they will say something to Kate that lets her know everyone in the family knows.