Dementia: ‘Where’s My Dad?’

Maureen woke several times during the night in distress.  I spooked her after a toilet break when she let out a deafening scream fearing someone had come out of the cupboard to attack her.  A little later, she was concerned about the whereabouts of her mum.  A short while afterward she was complaining that they were wanting her to sleep with horses.  Then she was crying for her dad so I sang her a song he used to sing for her:

On Friday I bit the bullet and cancelled our forthcoming trip to Thoresby Hall to celebrate my birthday.  After a lot of consideration, I decided it would be unkind to subject her to a long car journey and three days in a strange place.  Perhaps, the time has arrived to find a way of celebrating every day!

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