It's six weeks today, already, since Mum died and it's her 88th Birthday. No cards, flowers or chocolates for her. I never thought I'd miss talking rubbish, but I do. I miss going round to see her and talking the sort of gibberish that makes sense to those of us affected by Dementia.
It was my birthday yesterday, and I couldn't tell her about my cards or the flowers I got, but on the other hand I didn't have to buy my own card from her ( or write it for her), or fib to her and tell her that she'd bought me a present.
This is one of those "firsts" that isn't going to get easier...my birthday will always be the 2nd April and her's the 3rd.....unless I have an official one like the Queen
It was my birthday yesterday, and I couldn't tell her about my cards or the flowers I got, but on the other hand I didn't have to buy my own card from her ( or write it for her), or fib to her and tell her that she'd bought me a present.
This is one of those "firsts" that isn't going to get easier...my birthday will always be the 2nd April and her's the 3rd.....unless I have an official one like the Queen