The relief of my conversation with Ants last night on the phone, and this afternoon in the nursing lodge, was like a silk scarf that you wrap around your neck with its beginning and end hems floating in the breeze. (Yeah, dreadfully twee but whatever!)
I asked him why he had finally stopped accusing me of having an affair and he said, “I just guessed it.”
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Phew!
Oh it all sounds so relieving to me… good one Jules…
What a relief.
yeah!
as good an answer as any
It was a good guess! I hope he feels more settled now.
Lovely image of that silk scarf, lovely simile.
interesting answer, it has to be so hard on him, going from reality to dementia
I agree, “as good an answer as any”
Jules …. he are a man … and even if he are confused at times, he still think as a man. *smile
That I think is a fantastic sign.
If you didn’t love him so much you would throttle him for causeing you so much heartache……..
He is a good guesser!
I hope it lasts.
wow.
Whatever works to appease him, right? I’m sure you’re breathing a little better too.
Interesting…
I hope that’s the end of that.
This story sounds rather crass, but my dad would sit in his rocker in the living room while Mom and I sat on the couch. He would seethe and turn red and yell at my mom, “Quit that! Quit that!” Of course, Mom would be doing nothing, and I would ask, “Dad, what is Mom doing?” He would hiss at me, “She’s having sex with a Mexican.” On some days, Mexicans of all ages would fill the room, even little children. I don’t know what his obsession was with Mexicans,and I don’t know why he believed me more than Mom, but I would tell him, sternly, that there was no one else in the room – just him, Mom, and me as I pointed to each of us. “You are hallucinating, Dad.” Then he would cry, “Make it stop!”
*sigh* Every day’s a new day. God bless you today, dear Julie.
Your story broke my heart.
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. In retrospect, the story didn’t fit with your post, but somehow my mind went there. I was quickly reading your other posts and replying, and my story landed here. I guess I was mentally relating our similarities and experiences. One thing I’m glad you are doing is writing as things happen. You won’t regret being able to view the entire season in retrospect and see how you moved and progressed through it. Also, I think having this support of friends and accountability (not that you asked for accountability, but in essence you are holding yourself accountable to your readership by seeking advice and wisdom from your readers) helps in making those hard decisions about the end of a loved one’s life. You are being wise in pondering and reflecting on the different opinions and advice you receive, but you ultimately make the decisions for yourself and Ming. I’m proud of you for getting up and brushing yourself off after a fall. Yes, it’s tough, but you’ll be fine.
Sending my love and prayers across the waves…XO
Julie, this was so much torment for both of you! I’m glad it is over, and I hope it never comes back.
xo, Lynda
Thanks Lynda – unfortunately it has already come back – argh – but it’s ok
What a nice relief!
Thankfully, you can move on with that one. 😦