Do I Know You?

One of the saddest things I ever heard was the very first time, probably just over a year ago, when my Dad asked me who I was.

For those of you who’ve been following my blog for a while, you’ll know that my Dad suffers from vascular dementia, and has over the space of the last couple of years got progressively worse.

It was heart wrenching the first few times when Dad asked who I was, and although it’s still very sad when he asks either me or Mum who I am, I am getting used to it as I know it’s simply part of this rotten disease that he’s suffering from and nothing else.

Well today is my Dad’s 85th birthday, a day where we should be rejoicing in the fact that he’s still with us. Unfortunately though it’s not such a happy occasion as Dad doesn’t remember it’s his birthday let alone what age he is. Despite Dad not knowing it’s his birthday, we did still get him a card and a present, as although he doesn’t know it’s his birthday, we do!  The sad thing is Dad didn’t understand why we were giving him anything or even what he was supposed to do with the card and present, so Mum ended up having to help him open both.

Dementia is a horrible illness, it’s indiscriminate in who it affects, but it’s affects are life changing not only for the sufferer but their family as well.

I pray that all affected directly by dementia receive the love and support they required to cope with this debilitating illness.

3 comments

  1. Dot, I’m praying for you and your Dad. Kelly’s aunt had dementia. I’d never experienced it before. It’s hard to watch this person that you love and have interacted with all these years treat you as a stranger. Take care. Sandy

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