The connection is lost amongst brain matter that remembers what it must in order to survive.
On this 10 degree morning, the sun peeked beyond fluffy clouds, while brave fishermen took to the snow covered lake. Having not seen the sun and shadows in days, dementia conjured another short circuited conversation.
Gma: Look at all of those fishermen.
Me: Yeah, there’s a lot out there today.
Gma: (laughs) All the other fishermen are in the sun, but that one chose to be in the shade. Why would anyone want to be in the shade?
Me: That’s a cloud shadow. He didn’t choose to be in the shade. The cloud is hiding the sun from him. Give it time, the cloud will pass and he too will be in the sun.