by Robin Farnsworth | May 13, 2014 | Dementia
I rounded the corner from the elevator and scanned the small room. Why do all little old ladies seem to look alike? I thought. Then I heard my brother say, “There she is! Hi mom! “ I followed his eyes, his wide grin as he moved towards the corner of the little room....
by Robin Farnsworth | Aug 29, 2013 | Dementia, Hope, Random, Women
“Ama, are you shrinking?” The question was posed by my five year old granddaughter, and it made me stumble a bit at first. Could you tell? Was it THAT noticeable? When I mentioned our conversation to my son, he tried to comfort me by saying that she had been asking...
by Robin Farnsworth | Jul 16, 2013 | Dementia, Love
*****Guest blogger and big brother Bob Gulian agreed to help me out this week. He’s been doing that (helping me out ) for many, many years. If you read the last blog about my six week stay in a nuthouse, I failed to mention that this guy drove through midtown...
by Robin Farnsworth | May 5, 2013 | Dementia, Loss
I heard the text ringing through as I was at work on Sunday. I could see it was from Bob, my brother and that there was a picture attached. I quickly opened it and smiled. There was my mom, obviously outside with Bob on a beautiful spring day, and clenched in her hand...
by Robin Farnsworth | Nov 9, 2012 | Dementia
I snapped awake to the sound of my son’s voice calling up the stairs. “We’re leaving now, Mom.” His voice was gentle and low, but I bolted out of bed, brushed my teeth and hurried down stairs. What if the girls woke up? What if they found no one there? Would they cry...
