Ma Chronicles: Caring for a loved one with Alzheimer’s (part 4): Grief

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Grief feels like the year 2001, when dozens of people smoked cigarettes in a dimly lit divebar. My lungs are heavy, eyes burning hot, and each strand of hair and pore of skin is soaked in the smell of it.

I’m choking, but everyone wants me to smile. It’s so loud in here, no one can hear me speak, so I field the second half of their comments…