If you have “met” dementia, then you know what I mean. Dementia has so many faces. It has so many ups and downs.
I have met it several times throughout my life. Dementia has introduced itself to me through a great-grandfather, grandfather, the mom of my step-mother, and through a few others in my life. The latest meeting occurred in November 2012, in the form of my father.
This latest meeting has been the most invasive and turbulent one of them all. This meeting has taken me on what I would have to say is most definitely one of wildest rides of my life. This ride continues. This ride has been all over the place. It has, and continues to leave it’s mark; take it’s toll on me. It’s scattered, patterned, confusing, straightforward, funny, sad, scary, eye opening, deceitful, brutally honest, and so much more. Dementia has the capability of bringing me to the brink of collapsing and giving up thinking I cannot take anymore. Yet, it shows me I can’t give up and just how strong I can be when everything can feel so hopeless.
So here we go……..
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- You can read my personal letter to Dementia: Dear Dementia, No Love, Just Hate