If you care for a loved one with cognitive decline or dementia, feel free to raise your banner and sing the anthem of this blog post with me.

At least 2-4 times each week, I find myself wiggling in my seat. Not literally, mind you. But wiggling, nonetheless – in my mind, in my heart. I wiggle in the moments that my dad’s cognitive decline takes over and runs with scissors at full speed – and the result is some outlandish, offensive, yet sometimes also funny comments he makes to strangers and new people in our lives. Think nurses, doctors, the little lady in the grocery store line. Continue reading →