It was a hard time in our lives, when our Mother had dementia, she found things hard to cope with, and couldn’t express what she was feeling.
When my Mother had dementia, we had to become carers, her steps became slower, and practically none existent, but we managed, eventually you didn’t know where you were, you would go out into town, but there always seemed to be people there who knew you, and brought you back home,.
When you had dementia,
You eventually had to go into care, which broke my heart , it was after that, that I realised, that I would never have managed no matter how much I tried,. When you had dementia, I visited you often, you got mixed up quite often, but I found your stories interesting, when you would tell me about going to town, I knew it was in your head, but that didn’t matter, you were happy thinking you had been,.
When you had dementia, you forgot who other people were, but you never forgot who I was, you even started saying, I love you, over and over again.