Imagine a stranger walking into your bedroom, directing you in a foreign language and then trying to pull you into the bathroom whilst slipping off your watch. You probably would be a little freaked out. One of the tips the Alzheimer’s Association gives is to meet your loved one in their reality. I have become pretty good, even if I say so myself, at fib-lets and agreeing and nodding when utter nonsense is spoken. I know him so well that I almost always know what he needs / wants without him saying a word. Last nights reaction caught me by surprise. Rob did not recognize me at all. I was a complete stranger. 38 years GONE. His reality didn’t even occur to me, and mine was of no consequence to him. I know intellectually that this is the disease, but my goodness how it hurts.