Dementia: Going Back Home

A couple of hours ago I  responded to Maureen’s constant plea to be ‘taken home’:

She was so happy to be back in familiar territory walking down the back ally of where she used to play as a child.  It was a pleasure to see her ‘back home’ and gaining a sense of belonging once again.

Then she met Roy the ‘Head Honcho’ who is in charge of decorating up the ally for the Queen’s Birthday:

When we came across a busker in the shopping area Maureen couldn’t resist singing along with this Willie Nelson look alike to my request of ‘Always On My Mind’:

 

I just had a sneaky feeling that taking her back just to her childhood home a few miles away in the centre of  Cleethorpes would do the trick.  She’s spark out on the sofa now after what she described as a ‘great morning’.   You have heard of Amazing Susan in previous posts but what about Marvellous Maureen from now on: that wife of mine is incredible.

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