Dad, do you see us when we look into your face ?Do you hear our voices when you are gazing into space ?
Can you feel our touch as we gently stroke your hand ?
Is there any awareness as you try to understand ?
Are we lost within your mind with nothing as it seems ?
Or when you go to sleep at night, are we in your dreams ?
We only know it breaks our hearts whenever we are told
We can only wait and watch as Dementia takes its hold
I wrote this yesterday after the really distressing visit to Dad, he is not always as bad as this, which is why it was so hard. Most of the time we have hope, but sometimes it just seems too much.
I am posting this again on here as Dad is really rather ill at present. He has a Chest infection and also a Water infection, and is very poorly. I have a nasty attack of Shingles which is preventing me travelling to see him at present as it is rather a long journey. I would be grateful if you could send prayers for my Dad.
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