On our local TV news in the south last night there was a story about the shortage of residential care home workers and the bad image which that job traditionally has. In the course of interviewing a very lovely staff member, she mentioned how she and one of the residents had struck up a special bond through her taking him back to the church he'd had a long involvement with before his dementia diagnosis.
And it reminded me of my own mum in the months before her death. She never actually had a formal dementia diagnosis as the condition came on rapidly and very late, but one day when she was really very confused we took her out for a drive, and decided to visit some scenes that had been familiar to her in childhood, in Oxfordshire.
We were absolutely amazed at the change in her. Outside one of the old Cotswold cottages she'd grown up in, she gave us an absolute treat of information from the past and we so enjoyed her stories and remembering, and laughing (and some crying too), as she told us all about life there.
She was very peaceful for a while when we returned home. Of course it didn't last and we couldn't spend every afternoon doing that, but that afternoon became one of my treasured memories of her feeling happy and contented again, in the middle of what was a very turbulent and disturbing time for us all.
Has anyone else experienced this interesting change that comes about in the person you care for, when you take a trip down memory lane?