Write her name

Today was the most gorgeous day. Everyone was out and about because the beauty of the day and being able to get out was too good to stay in.

My thirteen year old was able to overcome a swim stroke she’s been trying to get down for so long and today she did it! My college son is home for a few days and we enjoyed being together today!

Tonight….we went to my parents house. When we arrived my Dad was telling me that this wasn’t his house and he doesn’t remember ever moving here. As the night progressed he got out his purple bookmark that I have seen a million times in his Bible when I was little, and a small piece of paper with my moms name on it. He told me that he has that on there so he won’t forget her name.

He then went on to say he was married to my Mom and another lady who is also my Mom. As one of my friends pointed out…at least he’s cheating on my Mom with my Mom.

Humor is the only way to make it through dementia. I don’t know what else you can possibly do. Tonight my Dad had pie…forgot he ate the pie…and demanded another piece of pie. I gave it to him…because why not?

His advice to me this evening was that they live in their house where they live so that they can live there when someone wants to come there to give them something. We honestly just laughed and agreed…because this is where we are. You can no longer reason. You can’t really give advice. You can just agree and go on.

My goal is to make him comfortable….let him eat food he likes and enjoy that. Today, he knew me, he knew my son and daughter and my husband. He wanted my husband to fix his tie so that he could go to church tomorrow…and he can’t tie a tie anymore.

My mothers name is written on a slip of paper and put safely in his pocket along with the purple bookmark. I have no idea of the significance of that purple bookmark…that says Happy Fathers Day, but I made sure to help him put it back in his pocket. So that he won’t forget her name, because it’s written down.