Like a Thief in the Night

LBD has stolen so much from us.
 
Our sleep.  Our sanity.  Our marriage.  Our lives.  Our hope.
 
I was going to say “like a thief in the night” but that’s a poor analogy.  That implies we woke up and it was all gone.  Taken by a thief in the night. 
 

But that’s not how it works with dementia.  I’m watching us being robbed.  Every Day.  In slow motion.  Wide awake but helpless to do anything about it.
 
So not really like a thief in the night.

Unless that thief has bagpipes.