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| We were eating lunch at Bullocks BBQ in Durham, not expecting entertainment. In the room right behind us, you have a family banquet. (We had Uncle Ed's luncheon after his funeral in that room.) There was a group of people in the room having a healing when the person being healed "caught the spirit." It was very loud and very Southern. |
| Char ordered a turkey sandwich for $14 but received just two pieces of Wonder bread with a dollop of mayo. The server was amiable and replaced it with BBQ instead. My visit with Marjie was tough. Her dementia has significantly progressed, and she has a lot of time when she is just despaired. I can't think of a better word. She says, "I can't believe this is happening to me." She said she stands in the kitchen and screams when she's home alone. We had a lot of joy and fun when I was there in February. Not much joy and fun this time. We enjoyed sharing each other's company and discussing the past and how she feels about the present, but it was not much fun. We did laugh when she set a sausage biscuit on the counter, and her dog stole the sausage. Marjie looked so confused, and she asked, "Where did my sausage go" I looked at the dog just as she swallowed! Marjie and I spend a lot of time discussing her dementia and how she feels about the disease and her symptoms and I feel so sad for Dad. When Dad had dementia I don't think anyone ever discussed it with him. We didn't even tell him he was going to a care center until we took him there. I am glad that the norm is now keeping the person with the condition aware of their condition. When I think about the fact that three of my siblings have dementia I have a hard time breathing. |
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