My mother died six years ago now with Dementia, and I think about her everyday. I always smile when I see a Bluebell, or a Forget Me Not Flower as I did in the woods today. She knew the name of every flower yo came across on a walk in garden, woodland, or meadow. As her Dementia developed she changed becoming a person I struggled to know, but with a lot of effort we still shared so many things like music, and the flowers she always loved. I would be interested to hear from anyone who is supporting a friend or relative suffering from Dementia and how they face the daily challenges of living with them. I am writing a book about my experiences in Dementia, supporting my Mother and working as a Nurse for a great many years supporting others. |
