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		<title>By: Harold and Nola</title>
		<link>http://www.mydementiajourney.com/blog-19-2010-dancing-with-dementia/#comment-967</link>
		<dc:creator>Harold and Nola</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Mar 2013 22:45:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Yes, along with those other words describing Bill, &#039;Dignified&#039; has to be one of the best.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yes, along with those other words describing Bill, &#8216;Dignified&#8217; has to be one of the best.</p>
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		<title>By: Fay</title>
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		<dc:creator>Fay</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Mar 2013 03:36:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[You were always very good to Bill, Suzi and what you described was the essence of the man and always remained the essence until the end.  But, in all fairness to all those who are caring for a dementia patient at the moment, I should add that, as the disease progressed, Bill began to experience many attacks of anger and aggression.  He was not like Glad, who starred in Sunday night&#039;s &quot;Sixty Minutes&quot;  Alzheimer&#039;s Segment (Ch. 9, 7:30pm, 10/03/2013). Eight years into the dementia, she was still a sweet personality, apparently 24 hours a day.  Bill was, at heart, the quintessential gentleman, but as the disease robbed him of his ability to comprehend or imagine the future, another side to him emerged ..... one that I will tell you all about in due course.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You were always very good to Bill, Suzi and what you described was the essence of the man and always remained the essence until the end.  But, in all fairness to all those who are caring for a dementia patient at the moment, I should add that, as the disease progressed, Bill began to experience many attacks of anger and aggression.  He was not like Glad, who starred in Sunday night&#8217;s &#8220;Sixty Minutes&#8221;  Alzheimer&#8217;s Segment (Ch. 9, 7:30pm, 10/03/2013). Eight years into the dementia, she was still a sweet personality, apparently 24 hours a day.  Bill was, at heart, the quintessential gentleman, but as the disease robbed him of his ability to comprehend or imagine the future, another side to him emerged &#8230;.. one that I will tell you all about in due course.</p>
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		<title>By: Suzielf</title>
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		<dc:creator>Suzielf</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 10 Mar 2013 13:56:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[At all the gatherings I ever saw him at, I used to chat to Bill and also, with or without words that made open sense, his tone and inflection made sense, and occasional inferences made sense.... It was still Bill who I remembered even as a child. A bit strict (!) but a solid smile behind the words, and kind with a gentle good humour.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>At all the gatherings I ever saw him at, I used to chat to Bill and also, with or without words that made open sense, his tone and inflection made sense, and occasional inferences made sense&#8230;. It was still Bill who I remembered even as a child. A bit strict (!) but a solid smile behind the words, and kind with a gentle good humour.</p>
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