Part Two.

My husband and brother find it difficult to understand why I continue to care for him after the childhood I had, and the way he treated me, i could go on for hours...well I just say that he never had a normal childhood himself to follow, he tried, my brother wouldn't agree, but i do understand why he feels how he does. I'm the forgiving sort and he is not. But i never did forgave him for giving away my dog and he knows that to this very day, even through the memory loss, he will occasionally say, "I was wrong to take your dog away" I found that an elderly couple took my dog. I got their address and visited him, he was so loved by them, he had his own doggy chair by the fire...he got the happy ending. I missed him terribly but i knew he had a nicer life there than in our house. 

The story gets better from here, I'll hurry up as I've been rambling. 

When I met my husband, aged 18  I never looked back, we fell in love, dated, bought a little house and got given an unwanted dog and  a stray kitten. We got married and life was good.

Dad had been out of the army for a while and was mellowing a bit, when I had my girls my mum focused on them, and we became even closer, as I hadn't had many friends because of dad, and moving around so often as a child, she was my support, she was absolutely amazing. Dad was actually a good grandad to my daughters believe it or not, right up until the day my mum died. I wonder to this day if it was guilt over the way he was with me and my brother, trying to put it right.But it all stopped for him the night she died, he gave up on life, and I've had to do my best to look after him from a distance.

We bumbled along as you do, moving house, and doing all those things you do, my parents moved up North so my mum could be nearer her family as they got older, my brother was in the area too with a new wife, baby and toddler, my girls were older and mum wanted to help my brother with his family as she had helped me with mine. She was a star. Thats how we ended up being so far away from each other during her last few years. We had our little business to run, we were all busy, but we always met up when we could. 

Thats it really... I will start my blog from diagnoses day next. 

Apologies for typos and missing letters and going on and on if you do stumble across my blog and actually manage to get this far. I'm trying to get used to the ipad key board... plus I am mentally shattered, now where is that sleep angel when you need her?