Time

Poor George.

On Thursday he found that a former work colleague had died. The funeral is on Monday and I am away working for the day. I organised with someone else to take him. We went over this several times.

Friday morning he spoke about the funeral so several times I explained that it was not being held for several days yet. He got out a white shirt and tie to wear when his caregiver came. I explained again. He still put on the white shirt, tie and a hat. I took him down to Brighton for coffee and also explained (I am not sure how many times) that the funeral was not that day.

Saturday he repeated similar things all day despite me going over about when the funeral is. In the afternoon I found him sitting on the bed with a very unhappy look on his face. I asked what the matter was:

"no body took me to the funeral"

He was quite upset so we had to go over it again.

Today (Sunday) he keeps going back to be for half an hour thinking that it is bedtime. I have explained since early this morning about what is happening tomorrow and I have written it all out on a piece of paper which seems to give him a sense of security.