Our meeting is just over. Small groups are forming for last conversations, for an exchange of opinions and experiences. A young girl is in tears, she has just been told that her father has Alzheimer's. Someone now recounts an episode that he did not dare tell the group. Others listen in silence. A strong bond of solidarity holds together these people who are united in the same battle against the disease. But they come from the meeting feeling more serene, encouraged. For a short while they have felt less alone.
Like them, I relive all the phases of my journey. I feel that I too belong to this community, and I speak of resignation, patience, understanding and compassion, but above all of love. And thus it seems that I am giving some sense to Francesco's sufferings and that, in helping them, I am making him live a little longer beside me.