I'm not sure whether I'm angry or sad. My Grandad has got advanced stage of dementia, which has accelerated in the past year since he was found wondering around on the streets in his slippers and was only identified because he had medication on him. He's been moved around from place to place who won't have him because he's been too much for them (sometimes he got quite violent, sadly). Anyway, it got to the point where he has been at the only place in Swansea who will have him. I went to visit him not that long ago which had quite an impact on me because it is a horrible place to have to visit. He can barely speak coherently and he certainly didn't recognise me. Only five years ago he was the oldest referee in Wales and was driving up until just a couple of years ago . This was a really, clever, funny, caring man who has never recovered since my Nan tragically died on holiday and it's absolutely heartbreaking.
The reason I am angry however is because we've found out today that a member of staff has been suspended (and is being investigated) for apparently abusing him. My Mum and Aunt, next of kin who they will only give more details too, are on holiday which has left my cousins who are my age to go and see if he's okay. They aren't back until Saturday so we are left really unsure and a bit helpless too with the bare minimum of information which is pretty horrible to think about too. Absolute nightmare situation.
I've been shaking with anger most of the afternoon and I had to get it off my chest somewhere otherwise I was going to end up causing damage to something, which would be most unlike me...it makes me sick that a person would target someone so vulnerable.
That's horrible, YW.
Perfect place to vent dude. Obvious words but try not to stress and worry. And hope that asap you get some info and also that its not as bad as you might be thinking at the min
Really sorry to hear this YW - too many occasions that this happens
CCTV in the room may help, though you shouldn't have to resort to that. There is a need to pay enough to get proper staffing into these homes where (because we are all living longer) have more vulnerable older people in. Better spending funds on that than x£billions to get people to Birmingham quicker or £ 300 per day for timeservers in the House of Lords, most of whom are a waste of space anyway.
Hard stuff Louie.
My Grandad went the same way, he was an absolute legend, but by the end he didn't know he was, who I was, and he did get violent at times. Which just wasn't him, he was a proper gentleman, war hero, Wolves fan going back to the 1930s. Dementia is a horrible disease.
Remember him for who he was, not what's going on now. And these cunts at the home will doubtless get what's coming to them.
Thank you mate. Sorry to hear about your Grandad too. It strips away who the person was but I'm trying to make sure I remember him for what a hero he was.
I'm not sure whether I'm angry or sad. My Grandad has got advanced stage of dementia, which has accelerated in the past year since he was found wondering around on the streets in his slippers and was only identified because he had medication on him. He's been moved around from place to place who won't have him because he's been too much for them (sometimes he got quite violent, sadly). Anyway, it got to the point where he has been at the only place in Swansea who will have him. I went to visit him not that long ago which had quite an impact on me because it is a horrible place to have to visit. He can barely speak coherently and he certainly didn't recognise me. Only five years ago he was the oldest referee in Wales and was driving up until just a couple of years ago . This was a really, clever, funny, caring man who has never recovered since my Nan tragically died on holiday and it's absolutely heartbreaking.
The reason I am angry however is because we've found out today that a member of staff has been suspended (and is being investigated) for apparently abusing him. My Mum and Aunt, next of kin who they will only give more details too, are on holiday which has left my cousins who are my age to go and see if he's okay. They aren't back until Saturday so we are left really unsure and a bit helpless too with the bare minimum of information which is pretty horrible to think about too. Absolute nightmare situation.
I've been shaking with anger most of the afternoon and I had to get it off my chest somewhere otherwise I was going to end up causing damage to something, which would be most unlike me...it makes me sick that a person would target someone so vulnerable.
Very tough stuff mate.
My grandad was got by cancer. He was clearly ill prior to being taken into hospital. I was hugely angry at the time, as his GP blatantly didn't give a fuck, and kept sending him home. My nan was 75 at the time and was having to carry him to the toilet FFS.
This was 20 years ago now. I'm still fucking fuming about it.
I saw him the day before he died. I gave him a shave. I remember his blue eyes looking at me - as insightful as ever.
My grandad was the best. Never a bad word about anyone. Never saw him angry. He only ever supported me.
I still feel angry with myself for how as a stupid fucking teenager I didn't see him and my nan more. I know now that nothing would have made them happier than to see me, but selfish fuck that I was, I went off doing stuff with my mates. I so regret that now.
I too still think about my grandad every day. I really miss him. I still play with his bowls. I don't mind admitting that typing this little paragraph has really teared me up. Missing him is still raw.
Focus on the good times that you shared mate. Remember the happiness.
After all her suffering my mother in law passed away peacefully in her sleep last night. I know it is wrong to say this, but both the good lady and myself felt a certain amount of relief that she is now pain free and in the arms of the Lord.
Rest in peace Margaret. Always loved and never forgotten.
Condolences to you and your ladyAfter all her suffering my mother in law passed away peacefully in her sleep last night. I know it is wrong to say this, but both the good lady and myself felt a certain amount of relief that she is now pain free and in the arms of the Lord.
Rest in peace Margaret. Always loved and never forgotten.