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My Mom was shy and a little anxious about giving a little speech at the Martin Family Reunion on St. Joe's Island. But she did a great job...Her sweetness and kindness shone through! Then, others felt comfortable enough to share stories about the Martin couple that made the move from Toronto (Ireland first) to St. Joe's. Out of 15 children, only one came this far north. The rest, I believe, stayed in Toronto area. Apparently they had a family reunion last year without us! Some year, we'll have to get all of us together. Complete with bagpipes.
 
Thanks folks. Been a tough 48 hrs.
He has deteriorated rapidly.
My sister is coming home

Outcome is not definite; however, we are preparing for them all
 
Sorry to hear Pinga. I hope your family is supportive of one another understanding some of the relationships have been complicated.
 
Thanks folks.
Taking things 15 min at time.
Yes, things are complicated; however, nothing compared to dealing with his delusions.

Though being spat at and punched were low points, nothing compared being called the evil man. "Get that bleeping bleep guy out of here"

Saddest was later when he was begging me to call his daughter to come help him. I am the daughter he was pleading for. He thought I was his granddaughter. He was unable to comprehend that he was talking to me and was crying and angry because I hadn't come.

Funniest has been when I have been his dog, "j" .

Best was when I convinced him that his chair was a cab and he had to quit hitting it or the cab driver would kick us out
 
Pinga, I can't imagine what you are going through but it must be terrible. I sense that he had a special relationship with you. You were the one he depended upon, and now you are the one he takes out his frustrations on. Take care of yourself. Take breaks when you can. Let your sisters and/or professionals (doctors, nurses, senior care people) share the load. You know that you've been a good daughter. Don't let anyone put more on your shoulders than you can handle or blame you.
And especially don't blame yourself.
 
Pinga said:
Thanks folks.
Taking things 15 min at time.
Yes, things are complicated; however, nothing compared to dealing with his delusions.

Though being spat at and punched were low points, nothing compared being called the evil man. "Get that bleeping bleep guy out of here"

Saddest was later when he was begging me to call his daughter to come help him. I am the daughter he was pleading for. He thought I was his granddaughter. He was unable to comprehend that he was talking to me and was crying and angry because I hadn't come.

Funniest has been when I have been his dog, "j" .

Best was when I convinced him that his chair was a cab and he had to quit hitting it or the cab driver would kick us out
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Wow, challenging days Pinga. My aunt was once in the hospital with a roommate who thought that my other aunt was her daughter and that they were operating a clothing store together. Continuing to pray for you and your family.
 
Seelerboy is home from Korea for a month. Seelerman and I have been advised that he and Seelergirl want to sit down with Seelerman and me and have a 'talk'. I'm trying to remember where the second key to our safety-deposit box is and when we last up-dated our Wills (I think about 30 years ago when I worked in Estates & Trusts at a trust company). Assisted dying? Cremation? Donation of organs (would anybody want mine)? Where do we want to buried? or scattered? or what?
And will Seelerman be willing to talk at all?
 
(((((Pinga))))) - there are no words I can think of to make this situation 'good'. Love and caring winging towards you and your family.
 
Pinga said:
Thanks folks.
Taking things 15 min at time.
Yes, things are complicated; however, nothing compared to dealing with his delusions.

Though being spat at and punched were low points, nothing compared being called the evil man. "Get that bleeping bleep guy out of here"

Saddest was later when he was begging me to call his daughter to come help him. I am the daughter he was pleading for. He thought I was his granddaughter. He was unable to comprehend that he was talking to me and was crying and angry because I hadn't come.

Funniest has been when I have been his dog, "j" .

Best was when I convinced him that his chair was a cab and he had to quit hitting it or the cab driver would kick us out
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Pinga I hope I'm not out of line to suggest this at this time, but are you familiar with Validation and Redirection Therapy? It may help you through this difficult situation.
https://www.caring.com/articles/validation-therapy-and-redirection-for-dementia
 
Hugs to everyone dealing with end-of-life issues in one way or another. I have an awful time dealing with disordered thinking, largely because it sets off my 'argue' button, which is never helpful.

I'm off to our annual large arts & crafts festival by the lake. There's always lots of interesting food booths, so I'll bring back enough virtual butter tarts for everyone here.
 
Thoughts and prayers with you Pinga. So tough....but with mixed feelings, I bet you are glad to be with your Dad right now.
 
Mercifully, Dad was a bit quieter than that (bit meaning a lot). He just seemed totally absent, not delusional.

My thoughts are with you @Pinga, and, as others have said, make sure you take care of yourself and get help where you can.
 
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