Saturday, 2 January 2010
Strange visit yesterday, in which dad has, I think, had a moment of clarity and realises that his memory has gone and is bewildered as to why this should be and why he is in this Home. He asks, quite seriously if he's had an anurism or something cerebral that has made him like this. I feel for him. Suddenly there is the realisation that something is wrong and that is why he is where he is. I wonder if it is better this way... better than feeling that he's fine and the world is conspiring against a perfectly fit and rational pensioner. However, we have a good visit, piecing together some of the things that have happened, including Christmas which he'd forgotten about already. I came away knowing that he's in the right place, but knowing that the next visit could be very different indeed.