My dear wife.
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This is so very poignant Gringo.
We all need reminding to treasure the moments.
A wonderful quote. Also the last line of Larkin's 'An Arundel Tomb' comes to mind:
What will survive of us is love.
We all need reminding to treasure the moments.
A wonderful quote. Also the last line of Larkin's 'An Arundel Tomb' comes to mind:
What will survive of us is love.
Oh Gringo - so much for you and your dear with to cope with. I know you will treasure the special moments you have together xxx
So now your time together becomes even more precious.
I do hope your darling girl can respond well to the medication and that you can have some more quality time to share.
Love and prayers to and for you both.x.x.
I do hope your darling girl can respond well to the medication and that you can have some more quality time to share.
Love and prayers to and for you both.x.x.
Like grains of sand falling through an hour-glass, the days and weeks run away, each grain diminishes us.
Dementia and cancer march steadily on, each making it’s presence felt in it’s own way. If this were a race I don’t know which would be the winner, but I know, too well, who will be the loser, and I can only sit and watch and, at times, weep for her. Such communication, as we now have, is mainly through expression and tone, meaningful words are long gone. What we now have is a jumble of words and half-words, half-sung to the tune of ‘Bless them all’. Yes, well, I am so glad it’s not ‘i’m a pink tooth brush.’
But there! I am forgetting touch. At times, just holding hands can, I think and hope, give great comfort in both directions.
When at dementia’s door you weep,
And plumb the depth of your despair.
When darkness settles round you,
And you cannot see your way.
When you look about for help.
And find you’re on your own.
When you live alone in silence.
And that silent scream is yours.
When time seems at a standstill,
And each moment lasts an age.
When you want to re-live yesterday,
And would give away today.
When you’ve nearly cut and run,
And betrayed your marriage vow.
Take heart; though now you doubt it.
Of all things it can be said,
This too shall pass.
I’m not sure about the last three lines.
Dementia and cancer march steadily on, each making it’s presence felt in it’s own way. If this were a race I don’t know which would be the winner, but I know, too well, who will be the loser, and I can only sit and watch and, at times, weep for her. Such communication, as we now have, is mainly through expression and tone, meaningful words are long gone. What we now have is a jumble of words and half-words, half-sung to the tune of ‘Bless them all’. Yes, well, I am so glad it’s not ‘i’m a pink tooth brush.’
But there! I am forgetting touch. At times, just holding hands can, I think and hope, give great comfort in both directions.
When at dementia’s door you weep,
And plumb the depth of your despair.
When darkness settles round you,
And you cannot see your way.
When you look about for help.
And find you’re on your own.
When you live alone in silence.
And that silent scream is yours.
When time seems at a standstill,
And each moment lasts an age.
When you want to re-live yesterday,
And would give away today.
When you’ve nearly cut and run,
And betrayed your marriage vow.
Take heart; though now you doubt it.
Of all things it can be said,
This too shall pass.
I’m not sure about the last three lines.
I hear you. I hear and understand every word, each one saying exactly how it is
When I read your words, the simon and garfunkel song/ music came into my head.....
The love song that means so much to me and 1J
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=H_a46WJ1viA
xxxx
Sent from my iPhone using Talking Point
When I read your words, the simon and garfunkel song/ music came into my head.....
The love song that means so much to me and 1J
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=H_a46WJ1viA
xxxx
Sent from my iPhone using Talking Point
Such a sad and eloquent post gringo. My thoughts are with you both.
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Mike, holding hands can say so much. They offer comfort and perhaps a connection to something familiar. Think back to when your Wife was well; I bet there were times when you sat in silence-maybe holding hands-there was no need for words-you were two people comfortable with each other. Try to remember that as you sit and watch. I do know how difficult it can be......
Love,
Lyn T XX
Love,
Lyn T XX
Dear Gringo. I am so sorry that you are going through this. I hope your wife is comfortable and I know that she will be feel you holding her hand and taking great comfort from it. Bless you both. My love to you.xxxxx
Sending so much love to you Gringo . This is so unfair, so dreadfully sad. This place is so supportive, and there are so many lovely, genuine people who completely understand your pain and sadness and will be here to support you. Love to you and your lovely wife. Keep holding her hand, love always shines through the darkest times ,and your love for your wife is something beautiful for you and her to treasure.xxxxxx
Thinking of you and your beloved wife, l try so hard to think of all the happy times before Alzheimers came along, we do not deserve to suffer this awful disease, everyday it brakes our hearts. Keep holding hands, that is the only communication that l have with my husband. Sending you much love
Once this was the happiest time of the year for us. But not now. I am often ashamed of myself and my ‘bah! humbug!’. I find it best to keep a low profile and keep out of peoples way. I find this quite easy, Something about my demeanour makes folk cross the road to avoid me.
I think it’s a given that dementia care is easier if a routine can be established and followed. And routine is an early casualty at this time of the year and, in my opinion, PWD and carer alike suffer because of it.
Several really trying days and sleepless nights made me pen these lines. To all who are under the hammer, at this time, I can recommend an attempt to put one’s thoughts down on paper. It’s called catharsis I believe, and it usually works for me, although it only offers temporary relief.
As my dear wife slowly descends to her hell,
I make sure she is wearing clean clothes,
And I lie, saying how well she is looking.
Feeling like Canute, as the dementia tide rolls in.
Whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth.
But I see that her hair is well-brushed.
And I lie, saying that she’s never looked better.
Watching like Canute, as the cancer tide floods in.
No gentle rain of mercy droppeth here.
I do all that I can, which doesn’t add up to a lot.
And I lie through my teeth, saying all will be well.
Helpless, like Canute, as the merciless tides surge in.
I think it’s a given that dementia care is easier if a routine can be established and followed. And routine is an early casualty at this time of the year and, in my opinion, PWD and carer alike suffer because of it.
Several really trying days and sleepless nights made me pen these lines. To all who are under the hammer, at this time, I can recommend an attempt to put one’s thoughts down on paper. It’s called catharsis I believe, and it usually works for me, although it only offers temporary relief.
As my dear wife slowly descends to her hell,
I make sure she is wearing clean clothes,
And I lie, saying how well she is looking.
Feeling like Canute, as the dementia tide rolls in.
Whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth.
But I see that her hair is well-brushed.
And I lie, saying that she’s never looked better.
Watching like Canute, as the cancer tide floods in.
No gentle rain of mercy droppeth here.
I do all that I can, which doesn’t add up to a lot.
And I lie through my teeth, saying all will be well.
Helpless, like Canute, as the merciless tides surge in.
