Archive for February 1st, 2009

“Joy” on the sidebar really describes his days and my love for him.

Many thoughts are broken – he develops the thought but it gets tangled up before he can act on it or process it.

I have decided to write some things that happen every hour, every day. For many months I held off as it’s a difficult read for our sons and family – but this is Alzheimer’s and this is our life.

(Please do not feel badly for us. I want to be able to write as our daily life is. I haven’t (to date) as it is so bizarre sometimes, I’m sure one would think I’m creating fiction. Thanks.)

Was sleeping on my stomach when I felt, “pat, pat, pat” then “rub, rub, rub” on my back. Finally he said, “It’s Ok, it’s Ok, just a dream.”

I realized that Buddy had been having dreams and Wayne comforted me instead of the cat. This was 4 a.m.

The cat lies on Wayne’s feet at night. After his (the cat’s!) routine of bathing then snorting, he soon goes to sleep on Wayne’s feet. Now it’s dream time, for the cat, not me. Some noises he makes sound like he’s having night mares. Others, well, I think he’s dreaming of that cute little Siamese in the next yard – so near and yet so far:)

Anyway, this was a first – always something new.