I'm reminded of the 'signature' song of the late Lou Rawls. A few weeks ago our local dog-friendly pub was showing a video on a loop. I recognised that it showed trains going around the "L" in central Chicago, a city where my wife and I had a great holiday some 10 years ago. There was no sign of dementia in those happy days although, later, confabulation led her to believe (wrongly) that we there when the river turned green on St Patrick's day.
As my wife's dementia has taken over more and more of our lives we have given up holidays abroad, holidays in this country, days out and even the shortest of excursions. I've been on a couple of cycling holidays when my wife has been in respite. But it struck me that, just because she is no longer up to making the trip, there is nothing to stop me from going somewhere (anywhere) on my own. The Magnificent Mile, Blue Chicago and Buddy Guy's Legends are all places that could stand another visit.
Now there's an aspiration for 2020. As my wife would once have said "you're a long time dead". Look out Chicago, here I come (maybe).
As my wife's dementia has taken over more and more of our lives we have given up holidays abroad, holidays in this country, days out and even the shortest of excursions. I've been on a couple of cycling holidays when my wife has been in respite. But it struck me that, just because she is no longer up to making the trip, there is nothing to stop me from going somewhere (anywhere) on my own. The Magnificent Mile, Blue Chicago and Buddy Guy's Legends are all places that could stand another visit.
Now there's an aspiration for 2020. As my wife would once have said "you're a long time dead". Look out Chicago, here I come (maybe).