Well, I’ve got through another night ( had upsetting dreams with Bridget saying she didn’t want me any more) but apart from that ( which disturbs me obviously) I’ve got to get on with the business of facing a visit today and seeing my darling struggling with dementia. When I’m in front of her I’m fine, relaxed and at ease. I ramble on about everything. I kiss her and comb her hair. I say she’s beautiful and she smiles. I say I love you many times hoping she understands.
Hi @blackmortimer. I wish I could be more detached from it all but we’re all different and handle this terrible dementia journey the best we can so we lessen the hurt as much as possible. The problem I have thinking about the good ordinary times is that I wish them back. It just reminds me of all we’ve lost.
So I’ve put away photo albums, put anything with her writing on in a drawer ( she started a book) but the kitchen has numerous containers with her labels. At least I know where the oregano is !
She organised everything and now she can’t hold a fork.
I was sitting in the front room last night and the security light went on and for just a moment I expected and pictured her walking past the window and opening the door.
Peter
Hi @blackmortimer. I wish I could be more detached from it all but we’re all different and handle this terrible dementia journey the best we can so we lessen the hurt as much as possible. The problem I have thinking about the good ordinary times is that I wish them back. It just reminds me of all we’ve lost.
So I’ve put away photo albums, put anything with her writing on in a drawer ( she started a book) but the kitchen has numerous containers with her labels. At least I know where the oregano is !
She organised everything and now she can’t hold a fork.
I was sitting in the front room last night and the security light went on and for just a moment I expected and pictured her walking past the window and opening the door.
Peter