Dementialand Quotes

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“This woman had no idea who I was. She has no idea I was once a smoker, was thrown out of boarding school twice and a certified rebel with strong opinions. To her, I was new, fresh, immaculate to the bone. This was all strangely wonderful.”
Suzka, Wonders in Dementialand: An Artist's Intimate and Whimsical Account of Dementia, Memory Loss, Caregiving and Dancing Gypsies

“She looked like some damn fool angel that didn't even know the name of God.”
Suzka, Wonders in Dementialand: An Artist's Intimate and Whimsical Account of Dementia, Memory Loss, Caregiving and Dancing Gypsies

“The idea of disassociating from one’s surrounding, of taking a step back was rather clever on my mother’s part without her notice.”
Suzka, Wonders in Dementialand: An Artist's Intimate and Whimsical Account of Dementia, Memory Loss, Caregiving and Dancing Gypsies

“I saw my mother with eyes opened and not curtained by her motherhood or my ego.”
Suzka, Wonders in Dementialand: An Artist's Intimate and Whimsical Account of Dementia, Memory Loss, Caregiving and Dancing Gypsies

“In Dementialand I was able to see for miles without the yesterdays and tomorrows obstructing my view. It was difficult and so simple all at the same time.”
Suzka, Wonders in Dementialand: An Artist's Intimate and Whimsical Account of Dementia, Memory Loss, Caregiving and Dancing Gypsies

Charles Dickens
“Most illogical, inconsequential, and light-headed this. But travelers in the valley of the shadow of death are apt to be light-headed. And worn out old people of low estate have a trick of reasoning as indifferently as they live ...”
Charles Dickens, Our Mutual Friend

“The lady roommate said very little and chopped off the better parts of her story.”
Suzka, Wonders in Dementialand: An Artist's Intimate and Whimsical Account of Dementia, Memory Loss, Caregiving and Dancing Gypsies

“They lived with us. Maybe there were twenty or more. At one time I counted 28.”
Suzka, Wonders in Dementialand: An Artist's Intimate and Whimsical Account of Dementia, Memory Loss, Caregiving and Dancing Gypsies

“My mother had a way of accessing the energy of the people around her. There was no need to know their name, who they were or how she knew them. She didn’t recognize their surface. She went much deeper.”
Suzka, Wonders in Dementialand: An Artist's Intimate and Whimsical Account of Dementia, Memory Loss, Caregiving and Dancing Gypsies

“So began a kind of magic in Dementialand that took place most nights after the day’s sun went down.”
Suzka, Wonders in Dementialand: An Artist's Intimate and Whimsical Account of Dementia, Memory Loss, Caregiving and Dancing Gypsies

“Violet believed that Jewish people made good doctors and lawyers, a thought that came to the front of her head suggesting she might need one.”
Suzka, Wonders in Dementialand: An Artist's Intimate and Whimsical Account of Dementia, Memory Loss, Caregiving and Dancing Gypsies

“Violet screamed into her pillow so loudly she scared herself. Her head hurt. It was as if all her memories were trying to kick their way out. They were finished and wanted to leave.”
Suzka, Wonders in Dementialand: An Artist's Intimate and Whimsical Account of Dementia, Memory Loss, Caregiving and Dancing Gypsies

“There were thousands of secrets hidden in her purse, secrets and memories that took her elsewhere. She held onto them tightly and kept them to herself. Even God did not know of them.”
Suzka, Wonders in Dementialand: An Artist's Intimate and Whimsical Account of Dementia, Memory Loss, Caregiving and Dancing Gypsies

“An angel with dark hair caught Violet. His soft curls were loosely pulled back and tied together at the base of his neck. He wore Jesus sandals made by Nike.”
Suzka, Wonders in Dementialand: An Artist's Intimate and Whimsical Account of Dementia, Memory Loss, Caregiving and Dancing Gypsies

“Violet wasn't sure what she was saying. Words fell out of her mouth with no mind and no malice.”
Suzka, Wonders in Dementialand: An Artist's Intimate and Whimsical Account of Dementia, Memory Loss, Caregiving and Dancing Gypsies

“Violet kept her visits private and never told me where she went. I really never asked. I believed the dementias gave her special powers.”
Suzka, Wonders in Dementialand: An Artist's Intimate and Whimsical Account of Dementia, Memory Loss, Caregiving and Dancing Gypsies