My father’s mother and my husband’s maternal grandmother both passed away last year. They suffered from dementia and Alzheimer’s, respectively. It was just as painful for me to watch my grandmother waste away into a shadow of her former self as it was to have the same conversations with my husband’s grandmother knowing she would never know me for more than minutes at a time. I got that same sadness to a lesser degree while reading Sir Terry Pratchett’s latest Discworld book.
This book made me so sad. Pratchett’s anger at his diagnosis, as shown through Vetinari, was palpable and it just made me want to hug Terry Pratchett SO HARD.