“We are…we are vulnerable”
“That’s the word, isn’t it?” said my Dad, a passionate writer who suffers with Alzheimer’s. It was his 78th birthday.
“Yes, we are,” I said. We were discussing the coronavirus and those most at risk during its spread.
“I have Alzheimer’s, you know.” He paused, looking at the ceiling for a moment. “Did you know that?” He asked.