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
I know it has been awhile since I posted. I feel like I have a lot to say, but sometimes it’s just hard to get it out. It’s always something; one thing after another. I often feel like I could burst from everything I feel, think, and hold inside. Yet, … 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