I took Mum’s cousin Pam to see her on Easter Sunday. Pam is one of the few people Mum continued to recognise after she moved into the care home although I’m not sure she knew her this time.
Pam’s father died with dementia 30 years ago at a time when there was little recognition of the disease and seeing her closest living relative with Alzheimer’s now is painful for her. But she enjoys visiting Mum and although Mum wasn’t able to join in much of our conversation, she seemed to enjoy our company. We laughed a lot, and at one stage, Pam commented that laughter is better than crying. Mum agreed:
“It’s better than Friday.”
For someone with dementia, every day must seem the same. Laughing is better than Friday – in fact, it’s better than any day of the week for Mum. It’s one of the few things we can still share.