MY DAD The old man sits there, Looking like he used to A man drowsy from sleep, With a smile so deep. Who is this man? Once so full of life
Remember to say I Love You
I lay here in my bed awake still, sleep I know at some stage I will, Morning seems so far away, sometimes I wonder if Mentia will stay. I often wonder if I am really mad, or if this is real.
Both my parents were diagnosed with dementia within 2 years of each other: my father with Lewy Body Disease, my mother with Alzheimer’s. As I lived an hour and a half drive away, I became a long distance carer for four years.
I befriended a loving person some 30 years ago. We got on great together and enjoyed travelling around Australia.
My story begins with my parents. My father had Alzheimer’s and his change was very sad to see although I could see the change in him, my siblings were too busy to notice.
She once was Australia’s “First Lady” exuding her poise style and grace, exceeding her roles expectations her aura protecting her space Her gift of relating to people to empathize, o
It has been 9 years since my father had a heart transplant giving him a new lease of life and allowing us to have him with us for much longer.
My mother has been diagnosed with Advanced Alzheimer's which seems to have a hereditary pre-disposition, 2 of her 3 sisters have also been diagnosed.
My Grandfather is 86 yo & my Grandmother is 83 yo, both happily married and have been so for about 63 years.
A Good Catholic Girl
“I am a good Catholic girl” she said, as a matter of fact. “I will not have sex till I’m married” reputation secure and intact