A Long, Lonely Journey: Loving a Spouse Who is Living with Dementia

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Monday, December 5, 2022

Remembering

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“At the going down of the sun and in the morning/ We will remember them.” October sunrise I often open my classes by reading, or asking a st...
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Tuesday, October 18, 2022

Thankful Grateful Blessed

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I was pleased to see this sign in Doug’s care home again this year. Last year I posted a picture of it on Insta: " louiseellsauthor M...
Tuesday, October 4, 2022

On Liminality

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Autumn has always been Doug’s favourite season. He loved the colours, the cooler temperatures, the camaraderie of his Hunt Camp friends, and...
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Saturday, September 24, 2022

"Backward Glance & Forward Movement"

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Well hello, September. The older I get, the more quickly summers seem to fly by.   Laurie and I had supper on the deck last night in quiet ...
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Wednesday, May 25, 2022

From the Vault

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Dearest Doug, In this case, the vault is a floppy disk - !! A moment I captured fifteen years ago at the last writing retreat I applied to b...
Friday, April 22, 2022

Light

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Dearest Doug, You are so missed in church. Donna and I always remember you and Dennis sitting in our pew, whistling, singing with words real...
Tuesday, March 22, 2022

The Call

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Random fun fact: I used to think I could be a romance novelist. In 1999 I was a Finalist in the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart co...
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My husband and I recited our wedding vows in August 2012, agreeing to love and cherish each other in sickness and in health. We didn't know there was sickness already. We never imagined that early onset dementia would define our marriage. In May 2013 he was formally diagnosed with Mild Cognitive Impairment. “It's NOT mild!!” I wrote to my sister . . . ah, had I only known how mild it was. I could list all things my intelligent, hard-working, capable, adventurous husband can no longer do - but to what purpose? It would be easy to feel sorry for us - but that won't change what is. I am a witness to his life, I treasure his memories, and I love him. His is not my story to tell, and I can’t speak to the reality of living with dementia except in my role as wife and caregiver. I've made mistakes along the way - but we've had lots of good moments too.
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