me, my dad and dementia #71: planning and patience…
Yes, planning and patience and then throwing out the plan but continuing with patience. That’s what the trip to Victoria taught me. Dementia is sneaky but also somewhat predictable. We knew that while Dad remembered the hotel we always stay in while in Victoria, we weren’t sure if his memory had changed some details for […]
me, my dad and dementia #70: my father, the immigrant…
Well, aren’t most of us? But before we get to that, I will indeed write and release a second blog today so I can tell you all about our adventures in Victoria last week. But right now, this needs addressing. While I was galavanting around in Victoria, I was so disappointed to hear that our […]