That evening an event occurred that has almost haunted me since....I've thought about it many times and wish I could go back and respond differently.
Then, the guilt set in on my emotions. What if the old man got sick from eating the Doritos and because I didn't say anything, she doesn't know why. Why didn't I point out this situation to her? Afraid to interfere? I have imagined having a conversation with her......how would I have asked her if she is okay. Does she have a support system? Has he been diagnosed? Maybe he doesn't have Dementia at all and he was just from an era where if you are hungry and you see food wasted, it must be eaten? Ada, don't be silly.
Anyway, I have thought many times over the last few days that I am forever changed by the fact that I lived through many years of FTD hell, as a wife and caregiver. I think differently and feel the responsibility still to help others if I can. In this case, I failed. I walked away. I won't do that again.
Last Sunday, our Pastor talked about believers needing to walk toward others in discomfort or needing help. Perhaps I heard the message but was not listening.
I have rationalized since that I am sure the old couple is just fine. I am hoping that I will see them again and be able to further interact with them to get the whole story. I hope I was wrong about it all but my guts tell me otherwise.....it was Dementia. In some small way, the hell of that horrible disease forever haunts me. I wish it on no one.