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I can’t explain it. I don’t understand it. Sometimes I just see a picture, a scene, an animal and I am emotionally connected and love it. I love this piece of artwork. I haven’t taken even 10 minutes to examine it or find out about the person who edited it and created the illusion. It simply touched my heart and brought tears to my eyes.
My husband informed me that is a kind of mental illness, but he can’t remember the actual name of the problem.
I gave him a big hug and said “It’s all good. I wouldn’t want to be cured anyway. I like the way that for no apparent reason something a stranger created reaches my heart. Let’s now waste any time trying to fix things that cause no harm.”
“But crying means you are hurt.”
“Yes, sometimes that is true. How about we promise to say what hurts if we are crying and if nothing hurts then its all good?”
“But what if I forget?”
“Well, then we will have to work together and figure it out.”
He wondered off. About an hour later he announced, “If you get the same thing I have got we are in real trouble.”
I smiled. “Yes, that is quite true, but we won’t know so it will be someone else’s’ drama.”
Just another Alzheimers moment.