Death. It is not nice or pretty. It is not a pleasant subject to think about or to discuss. Whether we like it or not, death is inevitable. We can not avoid it. We can not run or hide from it. We have to endure it at some point of … Continue reading
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
Since I last posted my dad had to spend a few more nights in the hospital. That was a mess. Being as I am just feeling tired and kind of down right now, that will be a post for another day. My dad continues to have more health problems. He … Continue reading
Sometimes I feel like a terrible person. It seems like I keep going through cycles of having the same conversation with my stepmother. I usually feel so bad after these conversations. She knows that my father has dementia. It has been explained to her that it cannot be cured like … Continue reading