Alzheimer’s Disease is a curse…
My Dad’s words today: "When I went into Greencroft, there was music. All residents who could were in the meeting room listening to former Miss PA of about 40 years ago singing songs from the 40's and 50's accompanied by her trombone playing husband and a big band in an electronic box.
Veva was alert and enjoying the music. When I sat down next to her, I was greeted with a big smile of acknowledgement. The music had brought her alert. And, Mark, when I told her that you phoned me last evening she knew who you were. I took her for a ride around the building before her lunch of ham loaf and sweet potatoes."
I can see her in my mind
a big smile for her dear husband of 61 years.