Caregiver Tears

Just as the waves come rolling onto shore, the pull of the current recedes, vanishing with a few thousand grains of sand.  Some days the sea is calmer, the water clearer, and much less frantic.  Life slows, maintains and rests.  But never to be forgotten, the waves return, erosion is inevitable and damage is calculated by units of measure that go back to the beginning of time.

So it is with dementia.

My sweet Millie

Gradually, dementia's waves erode and destroy, and no matter the effort of stabilization, one's essence is bit by bit scattered, as the sands in the seas. The good days are good but scattered with minutes to hours of vagueness and apathy.

Caregiver, there are no words of comfort to give you, no one to take your place.  For you are on a journey with your loved one you could never imagine.  Normalcy is gone forever.  Another version now and another version later.  

The ups and down of life are for each to traverse, to experience, to find joy or grief.  The one constant in life is the Savior, the Father and Holy Spirit.  For He is always with us, ready to listen and sympathize and give you peace.

Find His peace and find it again.  Stay as long as you can and know Him.  For He alone can give you the assurance of seeing your loved ones again.  He alone loves more than you.