It’s dementia, of a vascular kind.
It was the morning of Monday 15 March 2010 when Dad was given a reason for the forgetfulness and confusion that have plagued and frustrated him over the last few years. It’s been a slow process now compounded by a steadying decline in physical health.
My wife Avril has decided to journal her journey with her 81 year old father and his dementia.
I know I’m biased, but she writes beautifully and her few entries have already moved me and others deeply.
You can follow their journey at http://ateightyone.wordpress.com/ and perhaps add your own stories…
I’ve been reading. Didn’t feel right to make such a trite comment on her blog, but I too appreciate Avril doing this. It’s powerful writing and a great reminder to those such as myself going into ministry that there is a real person behind the seemingly disconnected faces we come across in care homes and the like.
Actually, I ought to comment and it reminds me of something we were discussing the other day, so I’ll go and set things right.
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