Thank you,
@ianpspurs for the compliment
And link not trite... Most informative.
Wish we had known so much more when mum was still at home.
Details like your link would have made such a difference looking back.
Did not understand enough about how bewildering every day things, we normally took for granted could be to those affected.. We tried so hard to keep mum 'settled'.but probably made mum feel , LESS comfortable,if truth be told...the TV and sing song would have been a great idea, if we only thought of it.
Doctors told me it's like a basket of eggs.
The disease just takes one or two away from the top of the pile and as time goes on,
the only ones left are the very early years.
Mum, god rest her, thought she was back in Ireland, at work.. And the nurses in her home were colleagues,.. So she would have the craick with them about just being a little tired and would be down to work her shift in a little while...
Most played along, much to everyone's amusement.
There were dark days of course, but I do so remember there being lots of laughter and smile as well.
Thank you for your post... It was a timely reminder
made me look back and have a little bathe in some happy memories despite it being a
Most difficult time...
EDIT.
Popped up to niece's last night... Nephew home, on couch.. Watching football.... Whoop. Whoop.
The boys like to nickname every one..
My dad was Rambo, due to trying to stitch his arm himself..
I'm going to throw in Jack Black's "Tenacious D' as a suggestion.... The sheet tenacity of the boy.
A few weeks back, we were told to consider a priest,.. Yet now.
..a Christmas miracle?
Who knows... We are just grateful to have him back among us, so we do thank God.