My mother had dementia and she never lost her sense of humour. My dad loved that she would laugh at his jokes as if she was hearing them for the first time.
My father looked after her until her death last year. One of the few times he put her in respite care she left and started walking home. She was half way across the city before the staff found her. I think a place like this village would have made a world of difference to both of them in her final years (assuming they allow couples to stay together).
My mother’s mother had dementia too so I’m pretty sure I know what my future looks like. I hope they have something like this in Canada by the time I need it.
