Yet anothet 'I went to vidit my mum today' thread!

Oh dear! "knowing" you kitty, you will just go with the flow!

it's good that you can smile about it kitty, because otherwise it's enough to make you cry.I have no experience of dementia in the family or D H's family but can imagine how difficult it is.A friend of mine used to visit her Mother every week, and was always treated as a friendly stranger by the Mother, very very hard.

I actually went to visit not vidit!

Oh dear Kitty how sad for you all I can do is send you a hug and my continued empathy looking forward to seeing you soon.

kitty
I have known DH's aunt since I was 17 but she does not know me now, it is very sad to have her greet me politely but without any recognition.

I am attempting later today again to meet up with my dad in town to sort out his banking. We attempted it last week, but as I sat in one cafe (where we had arranged to meet), he sat in another (where we had not). When I asked him later on the phone which one it was he just said, "I don't know but it had chairs and tables". This time the lady at his care facility is putting him in a taxi, telling the taxi driver where to take him and I am meeting him at the other end, hopefully. Otherwise I will be making friends again at a cafe for another two hours. Even they were looking out for an elderly gent with grey hair and a stick. You have to see the funny side.

Hope it works today ruby, let us know!!

to everyone coping with dementia sufferers. We had experience of it some years ago with DH's late mother and her sister. A sense of humour is a blessing in difficult times.

As I watched my mother deteriorate with dementia the one blessing was that a very difficult and trying mother became gentle and kind. Very much a poisoned chalice.

And so much patience, rubysong, sometimes not very easy when you're in pain or tired yourself.

Well, simple instruction given, put dad in a taxi, take him to given destination and I will be there waiting.

Waited for an hour, no dad. Rang the care centre he is living in, got told they told him to get into the taxi at given time, will check his flat to see if he is there.

Meanwhile I phone taxi firm, get told off a guy, due to client confidentiality that he cannot tell me where they dropped my dad off but that the job was completed (he sounded like James Bond on a mission!). A little bit tetchy by this point so got put onto his manager who told me my dad had been dropped off at a bank in a street where no bank exists! Great. I will do a sweep of town and find him then!

Quick look around the town square, no sign, good job not many people about. Walk towards bank where we were going to and lo and behold, there he is, stood waiting. When I got to him I asked him where he was and why he was not at arranged place he said that he went to the bank because that is where he was going to sort out his money. I did try to explain that we had arranged a meeting up place first but bit my tongue and just got on with the day before I confused the poor fellow any further.

After sorting bank stuff out, we went for a lovely cup of tea and a laugh and I sent him home in a taxi so that he wouldn't get lost going back on the bus. Home, brandy, rub down with oily rag and ready for the next session.