My only sadness was that I had to plan the whole weekend myself. For several tense months, I even considered leaving.

When talking about care giving, I have often described it as a total mind fuck.

Sunday, May 19, 2013. By Princess Frances, an autobiography. Captain Maxwell was twenty two years old. Tall, lanky, dark haired, with an auburn tinge to his beard and sideburns. Blue, blue eyes, like midnight saphires. At the deer park, he had felt compelled, drawn towards her, deceiving himself that he could just pretend to be an ordinary citizen, visiting the park, just like she was, that she need never know who he was, what he existed for, why he wa.

Insight into the day to day trials, tribulations, tears with a sprinkling of wit and wisdom living with Dementia.

Last night I made cookies for everyone but specially for my nephew and niece. Incredibly annoying I have to say. I can only really learn from this for next time but seriously Dad! August 13, 2015. Dad went to a special f.