Its a god awful desease Farmer and one I wouldnt wish on my worst enemy. It is a credit to you that you visit.
I remember an old man being asked (not by me) why he visited his wife everyday in the nursing home when she clearly couldnt remember who he was and he replied, "She may not remember who I am but I remember who she is."
That sentance by that man I think sums up dementia. We lose the people we love by inches, oh bodily they are still there but everything we love and know about them goes.
Personally I am hoping my mum dies with her heart before it gets to that stage as it would be a 'kinder' ending.
Anyway enough of this depressing subject, this was meant to be a feel good thread.
Remember your old childhood books? Tales of Toyland by the blessed Enid was mine. And I still love it
Bunty and Jackie comic?