Have I already mentioned that I hate dementia? Oh yes, I’m sure I have. It is something that comes pouring out of me quite often. We had seemed to reach a point that my dad was finally back to trusting me. He had been able to see past the blinding … Continue reading
Tomorrow is my dad’s birthday. I have no idea if I will be able to see him or speak to him on the phone. This is frustrating. He has moments when he misses me & can’t understand why I’m not around all of the time now. He’ll call wanting to … Continue reading
I first learned of dementia when I was a very young child. My clearest memories of my maternal great-grandfather have to do with him calling me by my brother’s name & referring to my brother by my name. My memories of him actually make me smile. I remember him doing … Continue reading