One Family's Journey with Vascular Dementia
Hubby and I ventured out on a date last week. First time in goodness knows how long that we went out, just the two of us.
As usual, when it comes to me leaving the house, he was in the car, engine running. Tapping his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, wondering why the hell it was taking me so long to get out the house.
Continue reading “My Eyes, Golf & Grief”
Grief is a funny old bedfellow. I hate it. I hate the explosive unpredictability of it. But I also wallow in its now familiar depths. It is where I feel close to my father. Where I hear his voice the clearest.
Continue reading “Behind Her Eyes”
Watching someone you love die is not what I expected. Continue reading “The Long Goodbye”
I am trying desperately to find the positive in our current situation. Having always been a bit of a dreamer – a girl with her nose in a book, carried along through life trusting in fate and goodness – I am now wracking my brain to try and decipher what positive I can take from it. Continue reading “Time To Make Time Count”
I have started my marathon training. Continue reading “How Dementia Has Weakened “The Odds””
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