Never say, "It could be worse"!

Haven't gotten to press flower in about a week now!  Don't know when I'll get to go back to that.  We got massive amounts of rain Wednesday which caused widespread flooding.  The city storm sewers couldn't handle it all and began backing up.  We ended up with 17 inches of water in our basement! Every moment since has been spent taking care of Dad (the flooding took a huge toll on him) and trying to get it all cleaned up.  My insurance company doesn't want to pay because I didn't have flood insurance.  Why would I?  I don't live anywhere near any body or stream of water!  I'm fighting them on it.  Have to replace the freezer, washer and dryer.  Lucked out on the water heater and boiler.  We were lucky though.  Many had actual sewage back up into their basements.  We didn't...just excess rainfall.  Finally have the basement gutted and I'm exhausted.  Hope the rest of the summer is a little drier!

A Turning Point?

Lots of flowers to press now but, today I just took off from them and relaxed with Dad.  I see him slipping away now and I don't want to miss any moments with him.  The episode last week frightened both of us a lot and I've never felt such pain.  It hurt so much to see the fear and pain in his eyes and not be able to do anything to take it away.  After several consultations I'm armed with a lot of info and tips on how to mitigate the episodes but just making them easier to deal with is like putting a band aid on a severed limb!

They tell me fugue-like episodes are part of progressing dementia (that's really such an ugly term) and will continue and most likely increase.  Now that's really something to look forward to!  It seems so unfair to have lived your whole life for others and then come to this state...