
She sees less and less. I guess she's now completely blind. When I go jogging with her, I have to warn her every time trere's something on the way. I tell her what is comming: man, child, bike or car. And I am so sad. So sad and she seems to be unware that she's blind. She doesn't seem to be down. In fact, she looks great and happy to be with me. It's me the one suffering with the situation. Could that be love? True love? Or is it that knowledge brings you unhapiness?