My boyfriend passed away a few years ago. He was my world and I was his. I know or rather I believe that our lives have no real concrete beginnings or endings. That life is a circle and we just move on to different lives when we die.
The only thing that keeps me somewhat sane is the hope, the pure hope that I'll see him again in my next life.
Not sure where to post or what to think. I'm sure it was a message of some sort but I don't know what the message is or was.
Had very similar dreams two nights in a row. Both dreams had my longtime deceased boyfriend and his family in them. We were at his childhood home - but it was most definitely not his childhood home.
The first night I remember my boyfriend talk to me. We were having conversations. When I woke up - that space just before you are fully awake - I remembered the conversations but I wanted to go back to sleep to continue my dream because it had been a long time since I had a dream with him in it. I, a lot of the time can fall back to sleep and resume a dream.
The second night, was in the same house with the same ppl - my boyfriend and his family. But in this dream he was talking to his brother. I didn't hear the conversation.
I am close to his brother. We have known each other since we were 15 years old. I just recently spent some time in my birth city and we spent a lot of time together.
My boyfriend. He was very close to his brother. He was my soul mate. I miss him very much.
I do dream of deceased relatives very often. Dreaming of my boyfriend doesn't happen as much though.
I didn't feel upset after the dreams. Normally I'm quite sad after I dream of him. Happy that I saw him but sad that it is always such a brief visit that I remember.
This is so hard to write. I guess I just basically want to vent and to find out more about dementia in general.
My vent. This past fall a cousin asked me to cone and help her and her family while she undergoes treatment for cancer. I didn't hesitate or even have to stop and think about myself and the impact it would have on me and my own physical health.
I am in my mid 50's and have had Rheumatoid Arthritis for almost 30 years. Things are not as easy as they used to be. But helping my cousin, my friend was a no trainer. I packed my things and was out there within a month.
She (the cousin) does not get along with her mother, my aunt. I have been very close to my aunt for many many years. As I child I thought she was the most beautiful person on this earth. She was stunningly beautiful.
My aunt had been showing signs of declining health and the beginning signs of dementia when I first arrived. Her daughter's were not overly concerned. Apparently they have their own problems and issues to deal with.
As Christmas approached my aunt was becoming more and more (I hate saying this) delusional. I suggested that my cousin maybe try to help her mom. Reach out in some way. But she refused to become involved.
I took the initiative to try and get a court order to have her mom accessed. It went no where. But I tried.
I was there for 7 months. And during those 7 months I watched my aunt mentally decline. She repeated the same stories over and over multiple times during our visits. She was certain that people were stealing her money. And she knew her daughter didn't want very much to do with her.
Fast forward. Her mom was picked up by the police earlier this week. Monday I believe. My cousin texted me the next day saying she did not know what the police expected her to do regarding her mother as she is still going through cancer treatment.
So, she chose to do absolutely nothing.
My mom got a text. Not even a phone call but a text that my aunt - my mom's baby sister was in the hospital. The police were called because of a unpleasant smell coming from her bedroom. The police arrived and found that my aunt had spread her feces all over the walls. She was immediately taken to the hospital where she is now.
I am sick to my stomach that this has happened. That her children abandoned their mother at this point in her life. Their mom needs her.
The police were called because of a smell. A smell. Not because her children were worried or were concerned about their mom. It wasn't even her children that called
It was her ex estranged husband.
What do we expect going forward now? My mom is older (almost 80) but very active, but she takes care and has taken care of my sister all of her adult life. She can't take care of another person.
Where do we as a family go to from here?
We are in Canada.
Thank you