There is nothing wrong with Dorothy’s phone. She has not asked me about her phone since I picked it up. Maybe it was time for her to “let it go”- or maybe she doesn’t even remember she had one. It doesn’t matter-
She still calls me every evening- but, it’s not at 6:15- it’s closer to 7:30. And she doesn’t sing her entire song- only a few verses then she hangs up -and she only calls once. She always says, “Thank you for helping me- Cheryl”. She almost never says goodbye.
I’m happy and sad about this stage in the game. Selfishly I’m happy that she will not be calling me several times a night- or at random times -singing her sad song. (Elton John- Sad Songs Say So Much- excellent song) But at the same time I’m sad that she won’t be calling me several times a night- or at random times – singing her sad song.
She told us this would happen. Everything she told us that would happen to her in this journey of Dementia has happened. I hate that she is going through this- But, I’m pretty sure that she is just a normal a teenager all day long- playing, laughing, telling stories and taking bus trips with her friends- complaining about her children who “just left her there and haven’t been back” and at night she gets homesick for a few hours and doesn’t know what to do.
She goes to sleep and wakes up to a new day every day- she repeats the process and “life is good!”
Love and Light!
Cheryl
Dorothy's Dementia 