Peace in my heart
I go to bed now with peace in my heart.... and a strategy in my mind.
The aim is to make that pot hole look like the prettiest pothole on the planet.
A welcoming pothole.
No, Noorza, I don't want to occupy that particular dementia pothole. But sometimes I wonder if half my battle isn't a fear that this may be me twenty years (hopefully longer) down the line.
I haven't got perfect answers yet. Just ideas from you guys. And I think the health care professionals know I cannot continue as I am. That Life with Less Dementia is calling me. And the amnesia - that shook me to the roots.
Thank you all, everyone of you for walking me through my Grim Valley today, and encouraging me to look skywards, for there was a magnificent dawn to behold, one of light and hope and beauty, and by looking at my shoes and focusing too narrowly on my troubles, I almost missed the silver lining.
Sincere thanks, night, sleep tight and thank you for letting me get some creative sleep too, BE
I go to bed now with peace in my heart.... and a strategy in my mind.
The aim is to make that pot hole look like the prettiest pothole on the planet.
A welcoming pothole.
No, Noorza, I don't want to occupy that particular dementia pothole. But sometimes I wonder if half my battle isn't a fear that this may be me twenty years (hopefully longer) down the line.
I haven't got perfect answers yet. Just ideas from you guys. And I think the health care professionals know I cannot continue as I am. That Life with Less Dementia is calling me. And the amnesia - that shook me to the roots.
Thank you all, everyone of you for walking me through my Grim Valley today, and encouraging me to look skywards, for there was a magnificent dawn to behold, one of light and hope and beauty, and by looking at my shoes and focusing too narrowly on my troubles, I almost missed the silver lining.
Sincere thanks, night, sleep tight and thank you for letting me get some creative sleep too, BE