Yes, I guess when my Dad was diagnosed 4 years ago I was too. But I'm still here, unlike my 2 brothers and their wives and 6 children and Dad's friends. I'm here after all the name calling, the insults and the constant cleaning up after him when he's decided to wee somewhere he's not meant to.
Gosh, I'm tired and feel so alone, but I'm still here.
As you have guessed, I'm having a really bad day. I'm full of a cold, cough and have a temperature. But still I can hear my Dad's voice 10 years ago when my son was born, " Life is like a rubber ball, it has its ups, it has its falls". I wish that Dad was here with me today - but sadly the Dad I have now is not a man I recognise anymore. Not the man that use to paint, walk his dogs, write poetry and love his family so very much. The Devil of Dementia has stolen my beloved Dad.
Gosh, I'm tired and feel so alone, but I'm still here.
As you have guessed, I'm having a really bad day. I'm full of a cold, cough and have a temperature. But still I can hear my Dad's voice 10 years ago when my son was born, " Life is like a rubber ball, it has its ups, it has its falls". I wish that Dad was here with me today - but sadly the Dad I have now is not a man I recognise anymore. Not the man that use to paint, walk his dogs, write poetry and love his family so very much. The Devil of Dementia has stolen my beloved Dad.