Goats and Coats

Bob told me that he wanted to know what happened to his  brown coat.. at least thats what I thought he said.. turns out he said "goat" and he was more then a little upset when I told him I had tossed it out when I couldnt get it clean.
  Bob has never had a goat.  But Bob insists he did and that it really liked to eat paper.

Fading Memories

The past few weeks Bob's past memories seem to be fading. Things he has always remembered such as trips taken, life events, births, deaths, schools, family, friends etc..
   I have spent the last few years using past memories and photos of events and family to keep him grounded so to speak. Now when I try to use past memories and photographs, Bob just becomes angry and frustrated.  This doesnt keep me from piecing our lives together in little bits of information to remind him of his life. Our life.
 I have been knee deep in my own memories, of a life I loved so much,  The trips we took, the things we've seen. Things we've laughed about and cried about.  The plans we had for our retirement etc...
I'm realizing how alone I am with  those memories now, and how it feels impossible to make new ones.
I hate this disease.

I have my Pants On

 Yesterday Bob was kind of stuck in what I call a vocal loop. Four different times he blurted out the same phrase to different people. The Schwans Man was making his rounds and stopped by to see if we needed anything. Bob Blurted out. " I have my Pants on". The Schwan man said. " Thats Nice"
 Son Brian came in and Bob said the same phrase. " I have my pants on."  Brian said. " Awesome, Me too".
 The neighbor came over to visit. Bob again- " I have my pants on". The neighbor teased him and said. " Why- Its hot out"?
A little later in the day. He told the mailman. " I have my pants on".  The mailman said " Cool Man ".
What the heck..? He often asks the same question over and over. But this is new.

Remembering Moments

 Last night Bob's memory was exceptionally bad. I have gotten used to him not finding the bathroom on his own. I have gotten used to having to tell him where the glasses or cups or garbage can are. I have gotten used to him needing my help for showering, dressing and grooming.
 Last night he kept asking me about the "boy" who keeps coming over. He told me what a nice person he was and we should tell his parents what a good kid he is.
Um-- Thats my Boy.. Brian.. Son 2..Who is actually a 25 year old man now.  But yes- He is a nice  person and I'm sure his parents know that. :)
 The oddest thing about that- This morning Bob got up. Walked into the kitchen and kissed me on the cheek and said.. Whats for breakfast Sweets? It was like we had stepped about 4 years back in time. Thats lasted for a good hour before the New Confused Bob emerged again. It sure was nice to have the little visit from Old Bob this morning thou!
  I try not to remember days much anymore- I try to remember moments!