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Category Archives: Dementiaville
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Grrrr, anger. It makes you lucid. Mom sits on the couch drifting downriver in her head, appearing oblivious to the streaming conversation taking place between me and her friend R. It is midwest Labor Day scorching, so I get up … Continue reading
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$80,000 a year. That’s the cost of good assisted living memory care in and around NYC. Today, after a tour of a facility in New Jersey, I came to realize that, although I’ve recently entertained moving mom closer to me, … Continue reading
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Mom did not work a job when I was very young. But she always loved to paint. When I was 11, she got a freelance job at Deusing Photo as a photograph colorist. Each week she brought home about 25 … Continue reading
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I had a dream two nights ago that we had found mom a great living situation with another female senior in a two-bedroom apartment, someplace urban–you know how dreams are, you never quite know where the locale is, it is … Continue reading
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Dementiaville-1 My mother is the youngest of nine children of Mabel and Charles Bennett, and the last survivor of the lot. Her next-oldest sister died a few years ago at age 95. Many of us, including nieces and nephews now … Continue reading
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