One of the advantages of being a writer is that you get to choose which reality you write about, in effect changing history! I am claiming that right at this time, because I simply do not want to remember the horrible events that took place this year – and choose rather to focus on the tiny bit of happy events instead. Suffice to say that we may not ever have Halloween at our house again.
It started out quite well. He got full-size candy bars to hand out to the kids. We got pumpkins carved to put out on the front porch. Mother even helped sort out the seeds so that I could roast them (let's be honest: he roasted them for me).
And this is where I’m going to stop. It just went downhill from here on out, so I choose to edit that part out.
*Edit to Add:
a person with Dementia/Alzheimer's needs an environment that is calm and
routine. The excitement of having over 100 strangers ringing our doorbell that
night was too much for Mother to handle. She had a very bad episode. We will
not be putting her through that again, ever.
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