Dementia is strange. My father would have dreams that he couldn't separate from reality. Sometimes it was benign, like dreaming there was a non-existent restaurant up the road, but once he dreamt that my mother had passed away, and was inconsolable until she showed up. This was at 4AM.
Thank you for your hard work. It's something I could never do.
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Dementia is strange. My father would have dreams that he couldn't separate from reality. Sometimes it was benign, like dreaming there was a non-existent restaurant up the road, but once he dreamt that my mother had passed away, and was inconsolable until she showed up. This was at 4AM.
Thank you for your hard work. It's something I could never do.
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