At times, I’ve heard my young nieces, intent on playing with their dolls, babbling as they travel in imaginary worlds. This is quite normal for girls of their age. Not so for my wife, well into her sixties, who now talks incessantly to no one. She babbles.
If I work to understand what she’s saying, there are fragments of reality woven into larger stories. Mostly, though, her words are simply chatter, nothing that makes any kind of sense.
The good news is that her babbling is happy, sometimes she’s even laughing and whistling as she patters about. I’m quite glad about this because it’s obviously much easier to live with a joyful person than one who is angry and upset.
still, I do think about what is happening to her mind, the continuing deterioration of memory, the further separation from reality. then, I stop. Overthinking our situation does me no good. I’ve found it best to simply appreciate the blessings we still enjoy.
I count joyful babbling as one of those blessings.