My grandmother has dementia. She has had it for a while, but things have gotten worse lately. She has no recollection of my kids, even after spending the day with them. She thinks her long deceased parents are still alive, and when she is away from home for a while she starts to worry if her dad knows where she is. To make matters worse, she has breast cancer. My aunt has to take her to treatment and since she never remembers that she has cancer, it's a constant battle that no body wins.
A long time ago, when I was a little girl, my mother's grandmother had dementia. She found this poem and it brought her a lot of solace. With my other grandmother's death still fresh on my heart, I've been feeling like I need some solace as well. So I decided to do this:
It's a daily, visual reminder to try and hold onto those happy moments, with her and with everyone. To remind me to have fun with my kids. To kiss my husband goodnight each and every day. To not wait until I'm old and gray to do things I should be doing now. Like dyeing my hair purple.
1 comment:
And it suits you.
My concern about poems like this is...what if you DIDN'T have a sober youth? Perhaps no one will notice that you're losing it? That's what I'm counting on anyway....
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