Back in 2001, the symptoms of Dementia had begun creeping into another stage of manifestation. Mom had already been showing a good bit of restlessness. She hadn’t been taking her evening naps as much. And she would pace for most of the day. But now she had begun pacing at night. Sometimes she would startle me as she began double checking doors and windows. I would call out to her.
“Mom…you better get some sleep. Do you want me to sit with you for a little while?”
“No, honey. you go ahead and get some rest. I’ll be ok. Just checking the door”, she’d reply in a normal tone of voice. I didn’t think anything was wrong. Dealing with a parent with Dementia had still been something new to us.