Years ago, after “official diagnosis”, I checked out 13 books from library to read as much as possible. One point stressed that people want to feel useful/helpful. I’ve tried to accommodate that theory, remembering the limitations.

Yesterday, time to fill his med wheels – 7 in all. I set them on the table, opened the flaps on one and said he could finish the others while I sorted the pills.

Happy to help, he set the other 6 upside down, closed and in a neat circle, on the placemat. “There,” said in a tone of accomplishment – always happy to help. What a dear.