When parents become ill, this is a reversal of concern- and welfare state. What our parents children and adults were for us, we are reversed for them. And I'm glad, that this situation still with me in my parents house “relatively” is normal, because what is normal for a father, the sugar level is not adjustable by doctors for decades, but we can all pretty well – sometimes better – deal with it. And yet I am currently facing Alzheimer's in the family – even if not directly affected emotionally as. And Alzheimer's in particular for the members to bear much heavier and to cope, as for the patients themselves or. Nothing is more naturally, and memories I will not talk here, but from mundane activities, as the independent drinking and eating, the willing and doing things, who had never questioned.

What remains is the common past, the memories (good as well as bad) and, what has made himself a bigger and stronger. In the discussion, if and how I can make someone clear, that aid must be assumed, came a'm very thought-provoking message “I do not know, if I wanted to admit it after 40 Years (or more), that the person no longer exists. I do not think so.”. I did not know even, how I would act, what is right or wrong at the moment. Everything is now rationally and clearly before me, is then marred by the loss, would inevitably come.

But this whole situation has led to, that my brother and I are in agreement, that together we – and not against each other – would try, to find the best solution for one or both parent / s, if it ever came to such an extent. In addition, we have agreed, that he was not allowed to go in front of me (I hope, he obeys them), I then 80 like to have next to my 72 year-old brother wants to sit, on a Parkbankerl and important politsierend (in memory of our Dad). But who knows, maybe he holds then you are simply my hand, because I know nothing, except, that this hand gives me so much confidence and love in this situation, and thus makes the track in my memory just deeper.