My Dad had dementia too, once when we were together he mistook me for his brother Addie, and he began to tell me about his son Robert that lived in Finland. I fully expected to hear some things that I would not want to hear and wondered if I should stop him, but they never came, his thoughts of me were only good. It is a fine thing that the memories of one person about another are fond ones.So, here’s what I did with the new song I performed at tonight’s Zoom session after we finished. Really touched by the reaction to it from you all - thank you!
looks like home sweet homeHere's what I saw when I looked out my doors this morning:
Front door
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Kitchen door
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back door - Maggie shoveled a path to the bird feeders last night and you can't even see where it was.
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Oh man. I can't imagine anyone having only nice memories of me. I'm happy with who I am, but I also understand that my obnoxious sense of humor is not everyone's cup ofMy Dad had dementia too, once when we were together he mistook me for his brother Addie, and he began to tell me about his son Robert that lived in Finland. I fully expected to hear some things that I would not want to hear and wondered if I should stop him, but they never came, his thoughts of me were only good. It is a fine thing that the memories of one person about another are fond ones.
You’ll be sorely missed, Jim - have a good trip!We'll be on the road to Fort Erie during tomorrow's open mic. Have a good one.
Aww Steve - what about the blue jumper?I will be absent (again) tonight too. We have a heating crisis in our house (i.e. none), and as my study is the coldest room in the house, I am avoiding it.