In my last years of college, I was housed by a kind family who's patriarch was afflicted with a severe case of dementia. This man was in the room right above me, and I would walk by his room everyday and feel brief gleams of the sorrow this family carried with them yet was unable to converse about. I wanted to let them know that I saw how that grief affected them, even if it never manifested in the ideal way; for at the end of the day, I knew it all came from their profound love for him.
