Good afternoon,
There are times when my fathers Alzheimer's provided amazingly funny moments before he died and we fondly remember him by recalling stories of the funniest things he said. Whenever I visited him he would ask 'how is your job?' I had been self employed for nearly 20 years but he always asked and I always replied 'Fine, dad.' Lunch was something always on his mind. He would ask for a Jam sandwich for lunch shortly after breakfast and by 11am he had usually had a couple of sandwiches. Within minutes he would ask for a jam sandwich again as he had forgotten eating the previous one. My dad had the biggest laugh in the world and when we told him he had just eaten his jam sandwich he would bellow with laughter and hold up his empty plate full of crumbs. It wasn't all misery when he was ill but we choose to remember the funny, charming, often alarming things he said and did. Most of all we laugh at him being banned from Sainsbury's for repeatedly going in and buying the same things he already had in his bag and the constant 'hypo's' he seemed to suffer whenever he got there - he had diabetes too. They got pretty fed up with his visits. I think he sometimes actually enjoyed winding up the staff but they were always wonderful with him. He would often forget to put on his shoes or go out in his dressing gown. There were moments of horror too - he would stop at green lights and go on red at crossings until we took his keys off him. The anger he displayed was the worst we had to suffer - lashing out unexpectedly, but we never remember the bad times, only the funny ones.
There are times when my fathers Alzheimer's provided amazingly funny moments before he died and we fondly remember him by recalling stories of the funniest things he said. Whenever I visited him he would ask 'how is your job?' I had been self employed for nearly 20 years but he always asked and I always replied 'Fine, dad.' Lunch was something always on his mind. He would ask for a Jam sandwich for lunch shortly after breakfast and by 11am he had usually had a couple of sandwiches. Within minutes he would ask for a jam sandwich again as he had forgotten eating the previous one. My dad had the biggest laugh in the world and when we told him he had just eaten his jam sandwich he would bellow with laughter and hold up his empty plate full of crumbs. It wasn't all misery when he was ill but we choose to remember the funny, charming, often alarming things he said and did. Most of all we laugh at him being banned from Sainsbury's for repeatedly going in and buying the same things he already had in his bag and the constant 'hypo's' he seemed to suffer whenever he got there - he had diabetes too. They got pretty fed up with his visits. I think he sometimes actually enjoyed winding up the staff but they were always wonderful with him. He would often forget to put on his shoes or go out in his dressing gown. There were moments of horror too - he would stop at green lights and go on red at crossings until we took his keys off him. The anger he displayed was the worst we had to suffer - lashing out unexpectedly, but we never remember the bad times, only the funny ones.
