"Have you seen my wheel barrel?"
"What wheel barrel?"
"You know, the one I carry myself in from time to time."
"Muddear, I don't know what you are talking about. You don't have a wheel barrel, but you have a wheelchair that you are sitting in."
"Yes, I do - its silver. I brought it with me when I moved here."
"Maybe you are thinking about your walker."
"It's like a walker, but its a wheel barrel."
"Okay, Muddear. I'll let you know if I see it."
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I love these snippets of conversation. So endearing, so sad. My mother-in-law went through a bout of Parkinson's dementia lately and it's so hard (controlled by meds for the moment). Good luck to you both.
callooh callay,
Thanks for visiting and commenting. When we first moved my grandmother in with us, these types of things would send me into distress. It is sad and I didn't know what to do about the situation. I now try to take it in stride. It's never going to improve so I have to change my attitude and how I am going to deal with the situation.
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