Enjoy the good times…..

I love a good chin wag and I have to apologize for not updating sooner.  We’ve been kind of busy, just living life and getting on with things.  We’ve had a few crazy months, a stay in hospital and  a dodgy thief being stopped by a hero at dads house, unfortunately a sign of our times. Obviously, dads illness has been beating its drum and I’ve been jumping through many different hoops. Like I’ve said before, thank God for our NHS staff, Police and Carers and all of those special people who continue to keep the nation ticking by, keeping us all safe and as well as we can be. I’ve been procrastinating, with how much to share on here. Once something is on the internet its there forever. It isn’t my intention to ever cross the line and keeping an ethical and moral standpoint is very important to me. My Dad has a right to dignity,  privacy and trust. I like to share as  much as is needed, without being disrespectful. I am trying to share our journey and hopefully inspire others to take an interest in the crazy world of dementia and care. We all use different analogies a stitch in time, saves time. If it doesn’t kill you it makes you stronger. Pick yourself up and dust yourself off. There’s always someone else worst off than you etc. Now I don’t always understand or believe  them, but some of them really hit home at times, and you cant help, but smile.  But the best thing, I’ve been saying of late is I feel like a plate spinner. Now I really feel like I am, a performer in a crazy circus. Looking after someone at anytime is difficult, but being able to plan and know how the gig is going to pan out makes things not so bad. Having this luxury is something that we all take for granted. The unconditional love of our parents or people who love us is something which is taken for granted. Sorry to sound hippy trippy, but its like the circle of life, looking after the ones who have looked after us. The ones who helped us to grow and all that. Now I know, its not for everyone, and not everyone had or has had memories of happy childhood. But if you did, have some happy memories, please take an interest in your people. How can we teach our next generation how to care if we don’t. But my favourite one is, what goes around comes around. Now fingers crossed, and all that, here’s hoping, that works out and I’ll never need looking after and if I do I hope I have someone to care.