I was at a meeting for caregivers for dementia patients. And it was almost over when he had spoken up. He looked as though he was in his late sixties or early seventies. His voice had the desperation of a drowning man." I want to live life. I want to go for movies, eat different kinds of food, meet new people. Why do people around me think I don't need to do these things any more? That my life is over and I just have to wait for death? I am alive, am I not?" The meeting ended and people shuffled out.
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