Stories, pictures, thoughts, love and life about Peggy Faganel, and a place for Alzheimer's understanding, fundraising, awareness, ideas, talk and help.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Every time I write an emotional post when I stop in to see her I am amazed at how "used" to her I am. I know it's intense reading these stories, it's intense writing them. It's a place I can put my emotions and feelings, when I'm not with her. But, honestly, when I'm with her it's okay. She was getting her hair done, the fish tank guy was there, lots of hub bub, and I had lunch with everyone. I fed her a tuna sandwich and I was talking about her in the third person to some of the others. Then, I'd ask her if she's happy here. "Oh, yes" she would respond. I think that is the hardest part. Not knowing what she knows, does she know I was talking about her? Anyway, that's not what this post is about. It's about accepting her and being with her, the way she is, it's okay, it's not great, it's not what I want, but it is okay.