tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11477208.post116083032316842995..comments2023-07-01T08:19:19.176-07:00Comments on North of the Red River: Texas boundCarmelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03530338980142634057noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11477208.post-1161238356948495172006-10-18T23:12:00.000-07:002006-10-18T23:12:00.000-07:00I'm all with Cissy's comment. My Dad has Alzheimer...I'm all with Cissy's comment. My Dad has Alzheimer's. I called him the other night and he didn't recognize his wife's, my mom's, name. I don't know who you're talking about, he said. <BR/><BR/>It sucks, but the least of my worries is how "I" deal with it. He's here. He's alive. He's different. I will see him as often as possible. Not freak out about dementia he can't control. He's still a great joker and lover of company. <BR/><BR/>Of course, that will change. He is likely to become combative and angrily confused. I'll be open-minded, and protective of his misguided behavior, when it comes.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11477208.post-1161222622748015762006-10-18T18:50:00.000-07:002006-10-18T18:50:00.000-07:00Thanks all. It's a natural part of life, and part ...Thanks all. It's a natural part of life, and part of the fear is seeing "our future". Seeing my dad so frail, and holding on to stuff is hard. But my dad's still there. We took them out to dinner and I kept grabbing hold of his arm, giving him mine to lean on and he very pointedly told me, he could walk by himself. The dementia with my dad, is not so much "forgetting" things, but more in the changes in his personality. I'm glad I went home, I'll go more often.Carmelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03530338980142634057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11477208.post-1161018670843260692006-10-16T10:11:00.000-07:002006-10-16T10:11:00.000-07:00I'll echo what Sherrie said, and add this: You nee...I'll echo what Sherrie said, and add this: You need to be there for yourself, too. The last time I saw my grandmother alive (Dad's side), I didn't want to be there. I wasn't in any denial over her condition; I knew she didn't have long, and I knew she didn't recognize me anymore. But it made me so sad that I couldn't face it. <BR/><BR/>Mom made me go, and I'm glad. I needed to say goodbye to Grandma in my heart, at least, and make peace with the situation. That experience has helped me make peace with death ever since. <BR/><BR/>Hang in there. <BR/><BR/>(*hugs*)Ginahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15161334963030131049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11477208.post-1161011694401461492006-10-16T08:14:00.000-07:002006-10-16T08:14:00.000-07:00Hugs, C. I hate dementia. My grandmother slipped i...Hugs, C. I hate dementia. My grandmother slipped into the fog this August, and now, it's hard to visit her. <BR/><BR/>You never know what you are going to get, but it is rare that she's in the 21st century any longer. More likely, you end up playing a role of one of her friends or family members during the 1920s-1950s. <BR/><BR/>If you need to chat, just call. I'm going through it now, too, and it sucks royally. But even if he doesn't realize you are there, he needs you to be there.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00121638361985412921noreply@blogger.com