Whenever GD comes to visit Gran Elly at the care home, he leaves behind a trail of smiles and warmth, rather like a bald squawky good fairy. There’s one woman in particular who loves to see him - she unexpectedly had a stroke (she’s very young, late 40’s) and now can’t do anything for herself. Her room is full of her paintings. When I first met her, she could only say ‘yes, yes, yes’ but now takes much enjoyment singing the Pink Panther and 5 Little Monkeys to GD. Apparently she wanted to re-learn something for him. Her husband is amazing and lives there with her, sleeping on a mattress on the floor. It’s tough but for him, anything else is unthinkable.
And then there’s HB who’s the exact opposite. He runs around like a little Tasmanian Devil, leaving a trail of chaos, spilt water (he loves to use the water dispenser), and chocolatey paw prints (he’s discovered mum’s stash of treats 😱) Ah well, at least he’s shaking things up a bit... ☺️
I’m halfway through a book called Elizabeth is Missing and it’s tough-going. I’ve not been too bad with trying to understand mum’s behaviours, especially in the early days, but this really gives an insight into dementia. It’s sad but wonderfully written with touches of wry humour. A definite must read! I gave mum extra kisses and hugs that day.