My Dementia Diary 19 – Babbling

At times, I’ve heard my young nieces, intent on playing with their dolls, babbling as they travel in imaginary worlds. This is quite normal for girls of their age. Not so for my wife, well into her sixties, who now talks incessantly to no one. She babbles.

If I work to understand what she’s saying, there are fragments of reality woven into larger stories. Mostly, though, her words are simply chatter, nothing that makes any kind of sense.

The good news is that her babbling is happy, sometimes she’s even laughing and whistling as she patters about. I’m quite glad about this because it’s obviously much easier to live with a joyful person than one who is angry and upset.

still, I do think about what is happening to her mind, the continuing deterioration of memory, the further separation from reality. then, I stop. Overthinking our situation does me no good. I’ve found it best to simply appreciate the blessings we still enjoy.

I count joyful babbling as one of those blessings.

tio stib

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3 thoughts on “My Dementia Diary 19 – Babbling

  1. You kind words help me to be at peace with what my father is also going through, Tio, thank you,
    Eric

    • You are most welcome. I respect you and the many others who do the difficult, necessary, and loving work of caring for family in need. Blessings to you!

  2. Pingback: My Dementia Diary 20 – Surrendering | Travels with Tio

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