In another moment, down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again….
When I started this blog, my sisters and I were helping to manage the care of two parents with a variety of illnesses and two very different types of dementia. We were spinning from helping each parent individually, with the complication of a father who erroneously felt fully able to be the caretaker for our mother, as well as trying to manage our own complicated lives.
My mother died November 6, 2015. She was 90 years old and ready to move on, but we are never ready to lose our mother.
My father now is himself a full time job, and we are still living down the Rabbit Hole, in a world with him that makes no sense. Only now we travel with a cloud of Grief and PTSD over our heads…