I’m glad you had such a lovely holiday Sylvia and how goodmit is to hear of the support for the lady with dementia. So reassuring. x
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It was really good @Amethyst59 thank you.
The group was called Celtic Steps.
https://www.celticsteps.ie
They are so talented .
They perform six nights a week from April until October and the energy they used was unbelievable.
Their video.
https://www.celticsteps.ie/our-story/
There's a lovely girl with DS working in my local Tesco. And my other local supermarket has three or four special needs employees.
I looked at the link last night...amazing! Did you see the dancing too? I’d love to go to something like that.
I went to Qigong [ Tai Chi ] and meditation today.
Next week my Tai Chi teacher will be talking to People with dementia and their carers , in the local area of Thanet, about Tai Chi and meditation .
She has asked if I will go with her for support.
It should be interesting.
Next week my Tai Chi teacher will be talking to People with dementia and their carers , in the local area of Thanet, about Tai Chi and meditation .
She has asked if I will go with her for support.
It should be interesting.
I woke this morning and turning over into an empty bed thought `Dhiren must have got up early.`
I was so surprised at this feeling. I have slept alone for more than eight years.
Pre dementia he always got up first and brought me a cup of tea in bed.
I was so surprised at this feeling. I have slept alone for more than eight years.
Pre dementia he always got up first and brought me a cup of tea in bed.
I can imagine at how caught off guard you must have been. I still have moments of "I'll have to ask Mum" when in reality she didn't speak for several years before she died. It is a heart pang.
It's one of the reasons I moved to another bedroom when William went to the nursing home. And bought myself a new bed. I just couldn't go on sleeping in "our" room, even though it's bigger, and a nicer room. "Our" room is still in bad need of redecorating. I have the paint. I have the stuff to repair the walls. I just can't do it. I think I'm going to just have to hire someone to do it. William is nearly 3 years dead, and I'm embarrassed to say, his dressing gown is still hanging on a hook in that room. I don't have much of him, most of his clothes, I gave to charity shops as he lost so much weight, and the replacements didn't have any hold on me, really. Jogging bottoms and shirts that had been hot washed so often. But I have his good suit, and his out door jacket. And his walking stick is in the hall.
What sentimental creatures we are!
Ah, Sylvia, bless you. That is a true ‘stealth’ attack. My poor mum woke one night to an empty bed, and thought dad had fallen asleep downstairs. She went and called him...and then remembered.
I moved after it happened to me. I had made porridge one morning, and went to scrape the saucepan into the dog’s bowl ...she had died , eight months after Norman did. So, I thought, what an idiot, I’ll run upstairs and tell Norman what I have just done. And then, I thought, time to move. As my youngest daughter said, this house is full of dead people.
I cannot drive past the house easily now...in my head, Norman is still there. And Barley.
I moved after it happened to me. I had made porridge one morning, and went to scrape the saucepan into the dog’s bowl ...she had died , eight months after Norman did. So, I thought, what an idiot, I’ll run upstairs and tell Norman what I have just done. And then, I thought, time to move. As my youngest daughter said, this house is full of dead people.
I cannot drive past the house easily now...in my head, Norman is still there. And Barley.
That must have felt such an emotional tug on the heartstrings. Not a good start to the day but I hope that things went better for you as the day progressed.
That must have unsettled you Sylvia. I can understand it remaining with you all day. It’s 4 years next Sunday since Dave died and I am still sometimes caught out by these sort of flashback moments which seem to come from nowhere. x
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