Waking up with Mac is so far always a pleasure, he enjoys the process of discussing just where we are, and what we will do... Then it's time to have breakfast - and start the day. But, he is starting the day now with
Can you tell me, when did we move here..and where is this place ..so today I tried to go back in time and talk about where we had Leslie, our oldest son..we were living in an apartment on Barclay..oh yes I kind of remember he said .. I said, do you remember that after the taxi ride to the Catherine Booth hospital, the doctor told you to leave - he would call you when the baby was born..he expected that it would not be for at least 12 more hours...Well Les was born 7 hours later which was early Oct. 8, by two in the afternoon visiting hours, i said, - you came into the room, I was so happy to be able to see how your reaction would be to the son you wanted. Surprise, when I said, are you happy, you answered 'why" Poor you, either the doc did not call, or you were asleep, but how happy you were, so much so you cried, and ran to the room to see baby Leslie... This brought back some happy memories, of Leslie, who by age two insisted on having a shower like daddy, no baths for him. So this was the start of a pleasant day
Sad to say, evening brought on the usual can you tell me- are you my wife, how come my mind is like this, but he is much more curious as to how this could be, and not in the panic crying mode which upset us so a few evenings ago. So we have spent time tonight looking at pictures - they do not seem to mean too much, Though pics of himself as a child stir up some memories...sad to say not one picture of myself gives him any kind of recognition...but strangely he does recognize or thinks he does know my parents by their pic.
I'm putting this in this post for those who know people with Alzheimer's because they will see that they are not alone in this situaion...and to add that it is a big help to discuss and listen to music, and try to talk about what you will do in this moment and perhaps tomorrow. g'nite.
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