The major focus of Paige and me right now is the poignant position of my mother. The dementia has robbed her of her mind, she is enormously anxious every day because she can’t order her thoughts. I can’t imagine what a desperate state that would put one in. To never get your mind to organize itself to make a clear and coherent thought seems dreadful. To her, nothing makes sense and no conversation can be accurately addressed. You just sit in a chair with wild, dissimilar pieces of thought coursing through your brain. One minute you want to scream and the next you want to sob. It is so sad to see her life unravel.
Unfortunately the constant pressure is also wearing down poor Wilford; he is rapidly losing his edge. Between his own discouragement and the fret for his wife, he is missing some clarity himself. He has always been as sharp as a tack but the strain is too great for a 92 year-old man.
Thank you so much for writing this and posting the pictures.
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