“Why are we here?” she asks me, with what I detect to be a bit of an edge to her voice. I am opening the car door for my mother so I can help her get out to go into the restaurant for her favorite soup that she just told […]
Tag: Dementia
With a Friend Like That!
I got my mom a talking parrot. Not a real one, but a colorful fake one sitting on a perch. He flaps his wings and repeats what you say. Pete, the repeating parrot. I got the idea from a dementia web site. They had a video of a woman with […]