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I recently read this poem about losing a loved one by Henry Scott Holland. It seemed really pertinent to apply this to the feeling that we have 'lost someone', when they are diagnosed with dementia. (I have adapted it slightly, so please grant me poetic license) Dementia is nothing at all. I have only moved out to a place not far away I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
I have called this ‘I wouldn’t bother’, because this was something my Dad said an awful lot, when he didn’t want a fuss. And I know now that he would not want to make a fuss about his dementia either. Who would have thought that something like dementia would hit the most intelligent and intellectual man on the planet, my Dad. My Dad, who was humorously nicknamed ‘the Oracle’, since when he spoke, he always had the right answer for everything. But, suddenly, he did not know
Whenever I talk to an older person or someone who cares for older people they have a lot to say - an awful lot to say - on all sorts of subjects. Sometimes they just want to tell their story while someone listens. Sometimes they are angry or upset. Sometimes they want to share a problem or they want answers or to give answers. Most of the time, they feel as though they are alone. But they are not. OLM's Forum is back to offer a platform, a community, an outlet - a friend. Tel