Joe and Dementia

My dad is in final stages of dementia in a nursing home. As he was developing dementia, he sorted through all his pictures and made a memory display. I think he knew what was coming. He had a friend die from dementia and talked repeatedly to us about how, at his friend's funeral, they played a song, "I can see clearly now, the rain is gone. Gone are the obstacles in my way. Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind. It's gonna be a bright, bright sunshiny day." After a year of resistance, we were able to get him into an assisted living unit specializing in dementia. Now, 8 years later, he is not able to communicate except an occasional "yes" or "no," has not recognized us for years, cannot sit up, and is pretty uncomfortable from pressure sores and a poorly healed hip fracture. He rarely says a word. My sister is the one who lives in the same city and looks after his needs. I live at a distance and only am able to visit several times per year. We'd both love to hear from you.