Here is a random voice mail that Dorothy left me last Thursday, I was unable to answer the phone as I was on a Zoom call with some friends.
” You know very good and well this is your mother calling you and I need your help-I do not like this place and I want to go back to my house. Or if not back to my house-someplace that I pick out myself, either a small apartment or hmmm–I don’t want a house-or an assisted living I don’t want people telling me what to do-when to wake up-when to go to sleep-when to eat and all that kind of stuff but, I need your help to help me find someplace. It’s a – I’m not happy, I’m not happy. If you want to send me back to Germantown that will be ok — then I won’t be in your kid’s way. I’ll be happier than I am here, even though I will miss you-I can always call and talk to you— but I need help with this pretty quick before I make an ass out of myself. Ok, Ok Thank you Goodbye.
She called back about an hour later and she did not say anything about this. She talked about when I was going to come and see her, how the boys were, Jessica Rose, Uncle Paul and Gary. This is her world now. As small as it is, she still has love to give to the 6 of us as best she can- by asking over and over again how we all are.
Give a little of yourself to your aging loved ones. They were once like you are now.
Love and Light!
Cheryl Doreen
Dorothy's Dementia 