Mental decline

Today my mother and I went to see my uncle in his care home. He was admitted to there while I was on Lundy. Only certain care homes can take people with dementia. For the first 12 weeks the social services will cover the costs, after that it will be privately funded. A lot of money. The uprooting from home has caused him a lot of confusion. He was flabbergasted to see us and just couldn't understand how we knew he was there. In his mind it was a hotel and he had been driving past an hour ago and thought he had better check in to a hotel to rest as he was exhausted. We remained for about an hour but he couldn't get beyond this take on the situation. Much admin to do over the coming months. As he told me many times, don't get old Neil, growing old is not for sissies.