Oh, Yaelle. That is one of the most poignant pieces of personal prose I have ever read. G-d bless you for posting so much shining and unconditional love on this forum in the midst of these ugly, dark days.
You have honored your father.
I hope maybe someone might see this and it might make someone else feel not so alone.
I don’t know whom to ping.
Nice.
Been there.
Let me know if you need help or just to talk.
There are others on here who have been down your walk as well.
You are not alone.
Hey, my dad suffered from some sort of dementia too. But I helped him get better. My sympathies.
My aunt has Alzheimer’s. I know how it feels.
If you ever need a shoulder, I've got two of them here for just such leaning. You're welcome to them.
God Bless you!
That is wonderful Yaelle. Your dad sounds like a lovely person. Thank you for sharing that with the forum.
I, too, have a dad with Alzheimer’s and a maternal side aunt with it that lives in Canada.
I understand. My Mom has Alzheimer’s or some kind of dementia. It is insidious. She knows what’s happening and hates it and hates the trouble it is for me. And I can’t do anything about her condition and I hate that and I hate the suffering it’s causing her.
Dementia is difficult, it’s just so sad to witness the decline. In certain circumstances it may be something of a mercy at times for affected persons themselves, though. Try to be grateful that he’s happy. That’s not always the case.
My late grandmother cried and begged to go home constantly, although she didn’t know where that was or who we were, and prior to that, when we tried to keep her in her own home she’d wander off, scaring everybody to death. She eventually became mean, vrrbally abusive then physically violent to the extent an 88 year old woman could be described as such.
We loved her and mourned her passing, but it was a relief and a blessing when she did. I’m very torn about saying that, and disagree profoundly with some of the conclusions others might reach as a result of such an observation. She lived her full life and died a natural death.
That is as it should be.
That is so nice. God Bless you!
I lost my Grandfather to the horrible pains of Alzheimer's - I'm looking at his picture on the mantle; holding a crate of raspberries he was so proud of growing in the back yard. I can still hear his voice with that picture as he looks down over my family.
I don't know exactly what to tell you but please remember the good times. Your Dad is always your Dad, please keep talking to him over and over again; I've heard it helps and have no reason to believe otherwise.
Take care of you too, Alzheimer's takes a toll on the whole family so please don't take it all on yourself.
You didn’t know who to ping...but I do.
Logan’s Prayer Warriors...one of our own is hurting tonight. Please pray, please read this tribute to her Dad, please take from it if YOU need to.
Yaelle, you know I love you, I’d do anything for you. I wish I could take this hurt from you.
You didn’t know who to ping...but I do.
Logan’s Prayer Warriors...one of our own is hurting tonight. Please pray, please read this tribute to her Dad, please take from it if YOU need to.
Yaelle, you know I love you, I’d do anything for you. I wish I could take this hurt from you.
I lost my Mom last year to Alzheimers. I can’t tell you how hard it was. I tried my best to keep her at her home. My sister and I tried several caretakers but Alzheimers is very difficult to take care of. We were lucky to get her into a home where she was cared for till her passing. I honestly believe Alzheimers takes it toll on the family having to deal with the increasing loss. Very emotionally painful.
He is so blessed to have you.
(((((Yaelle)))))
Alzheimer’s is so much worse for the caregivers. I’m very sorry.
Prayers for your father and for you and your family.
God bless.
As someone else said, you have honored your father. And your writing is really good. I think people beyond freerepublic would like to read this.
We lost my grandmother to this awful disease. She couldn’t remember my name, when I asked her who I was but she looked at my 2 year old daughter and she said, “Why you’re her mother!” I still cry when I think about it. Remember the good times.