Chez Palazzo
Perhaps it was the move, perhaps it was just the progression of the disease, perhaps the urinary tract infections that keep on coming...whatever it was, Mom is on the move into other stages of the disease. While Dad is doing all right in the new apartment, Mom is really struggling. Because Mom is struggling, the joy of living without the Warden (me) has paled for Dad. Mom doesn't believe that the apartment is their new home...around 4 pm (some of you know that as the sundown time), she wants to go home..."Where are we and when are we going home?" She gets anxious, and is hard to calm down. While there are familiar items all around her, the rug is new, as is the couch...her furniture from Florida just doesn't ring any bells in her brain. Only their bedroom furniture is within her memory, and that has to be pointed out, gently. Dad was never really good with "gently". He coached adults and kids for years, umpired as well, but gently? No, not at all....