Poor George; one of his best friends died on Friday - early hours of the morning. They had been friends for over 60 years.
Saturday morning; got ready for the funeral.
Sunday morning; got ready for the funeral.
Monday morning; got ready for the funeral.
The funeral is Tuesday afternon. He just gets so confused and then it does not matter how many times you tell him he still goes back to whatever he thought. For example this morning I had to stop him having a shower before the caregiver arrived. He was convinced he was going to the funeral today. No matter how many times he was told he insisted on putting on a white shirt and tie. He kept telling me all day that he is going to the funeral today. I keep telling him it is tomorrow. Half an hour later we start again...
I find this a difficult disease to work out; George's memory in most ways is not too bad and he can carry out a good conversation at this stage. His cognitive skills are rapidly declining however.
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