Wednesday, February 1, 2012
I have a dear friend who has dementia. It wouldnt be true to say she "suffers" from dementia. She doesn't as she is oblivious to her situation. I am the one that suffers, seeing her so far removed from what she once was. That said, there are still hints to her wonderful spirit, her sense of justice, her way of looking at life, her determination and that sense of humour. I still laugh out loud when spending time with her. She no longer knows who I am, but she recognises that I am a loved one, so time spent together is still precious.