Time, and Time spent with our loved ones can induce terrible mixed feelings of satisfaction and guilt.
I have learned that Time is meaningless, in the sense that when we are entering the world of Dementia then time counts for nothing.
Sometimes I have visited Mam for 2 hours at a time, and yet been floored by anxieties caused by misunderstood agitations etc. It seemed a slog.
And then looked at another visit and recalled a brief slice of time, maybe just a second or two,where a smile of recognition, a wink, a hug counted more than any amount of time put in.
It was guilt that drove this, nothing else, that relentless feeling that no matter what, it was never enough.
Now Im more careful of what time means, and to allow compassion to shine through. It took some Time though..... stephen xx