tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36130187.post3426770783269681786..comments2023-04-05T09:02:50.513-05:00Comments on Alzheimer's Moments: LostGavinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11529817984024909175noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36130187.post-70188903539209611822008-08-26T15:05:00.000-05:002008-08-26T15:05:00.000-05:00Ah yes...my mom and I would have many conversation...Ah yes...my mom and I would have many conversations about where she was. She did not believe her house was her house (even after living there for over 40 years!). She kept trying to leave to "go home", especially in the evenings (aka the sundowning). Where was "home"? It was back in N. Ireland, circa 1950's.citygirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01337184917158798153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36130187.post-33190138425014538512008-08-07T08:56:00.000-05:002008-08-07T08:56:00.000-05:00Fascinating and scary. I'm noticing spatial/locati...Fascinating and scary. I'm noticing spatial/location problems with my Mum, too. When she stayed with me she asked me which way out of my kitchen led to her apartment (she didn't want the other residents seeing her in her nightie). Last time I saw her, she confided quietly that she suspected that she was still in the Care Home, as she had noticed the letterhead on some correspondence. Every turn Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15270177252139637687noreply@blogger.com