<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Dementia Caregiver Tips on Sunday Evening Review</title><link>https://sundayeveningreview.com/tags/dementia-caregiver-tips/</link><description>Recent content in Dementia Caregiver Tips on Sunday Evening Review</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2026 06:00:00 -0500</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://sundayeveningreview.com/tags/dementia-caregiver-tips/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Since You Asked: Dementia Caregiver Tips</title><link>https://sundayeveningreview.com/letters/since-you-asked-dementia-caregiver-tips/</link><pubDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2026 06:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://sundayeveningreview.com/letters/since-you-asked-dementia-caregiver-tips/</guid><description>&lt;p>&lt;strong>Dear Lorraine,&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
&lt;p>My mother was diagnosed with dementia two years ago. I am her primary caregiver. I drive to her apartment every morning, I call her every afternoon, and I spend every evening wondering if I did enough.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>Here is what nobody told me: she is disappearing in layers, and I am losing her in a way that has no name. Last week she asked me where her sister Ruthie was six times in the same hour. Ruthie died in 1984. The first time I said, Ruthie died a long time ago, Mom. By the sixth time I snapped at her. I told her to stop asking me that. She looked at me like I was a stranger.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>