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Where have all the poppies gone? It’s the end of November, and the poppies that were everywhere a few weeks ago have mostly disappeared. They’ve been replaced by holly and poinsettias. “To everything there is a season…”Right? I’m not sure. We said “Lest we forget.” We haven’t forgotten, exactly, but life moves on. It’s time

Geraldine was upset. Her regular caregiver was off today, and the staff member who was helping her wasn’t as familiar with her routines. She didn’t wash her the same way, and didn’t talk about what she was doing. She was friendly and efficient, but it wasn’t the same. By the time she was ready for

Barbara was devastated. Her gentle, refined auntie, who she had always loved and looked up to, had just “bitten her head off.” Barbara had entered her room for a visit, and had hugged her as she had done with every visit since she was a child. Auntie had drawn back with a scowl and growled

                       The welcoming dining room in The Annex I probably won’t have a gravestone.But if I did, I know what I’d want it to say.She made a difference.And I’d want it to be true. At Christie Gardens, where I work, I have the opportunity every

I don’t know much about guns. I shot one once, at a target. I missed. I know a gun has a trigger, and in order to shoot it, you have to pull the trigger. (Duh!) I learned that first from Road Runner cartoons. Wile E. Coyote would shoot his gun and then stand casually blowing

Some of the best content on Facebook is when my daughter posts pictures of my granddaughter’s visits to the Hallowe’en aisle of WalMart. Picture a  cherubic six-year-old who favours pink and anything with sparkles, wearing the most ghoulish masks imaginable. She loves blood dripping and skin hanging. When she’s wearing one of those masks, I

This is the final instalment in my series on communication with a person with dementia. A person with dementia lives in a different reality from yours. What is real and true and makes perfect sense to them may sound like disconnected babble to you. Or, the words and even the concepts may make sense, but

Today I made a cake, but my chief mixer wasn’t there to help.  She left early in the morning, and won’t be back. Although I will miss her terribly, she has left so many parts of herself with me, there are ways in which she will always be there. I met Mrs. B. many years

For years, I’ve sat in my living room and surveyed the landscape. Paint job at least 20 years old. Dated colours. Stained “cream” carpet that would never be pristine again. Tired. But so was I. One problem was the paint job extended through the living room, dining room, hall, up the stairs and into the

Thank you for your patience, readers! Our house has been “under construction” for nine months, but the last two weeks were intense, and I made the decision not to write until it was done. We are finished, and I am back. Look for a blog about renovations soon… Learning to communicate with someone with dementia