Ghostwriter
“It really does?”
“Yup!”
“Well, that is kind of sad. When does it remind you of me? Is it all the time or is it just once in a while?”
“It is way more than it should be. You used to love to write and you had all sorts of things that I would look at and read with you and now you just look like that. You are just sad, angry and hurt.”
“Humm, you are probably correct. Yesterday music couldn’t even help. I let things get to me. What do you want me to do?”
He wandered away. He was quiet for about thirty minutes. I guess he may have been thinking because he came back with much to say.
“I want you to be whole again. It took you a long time after she died to be whole, but you were. Now you let a stranger take away a part of you. I miss that part of you. I know I don’t remember a lot of things, but I can still kind of remember you laughing. Do you remember laughing?”
“Yes, I still laugh, just not as much.”
“You worked very hard on the straw party and you didn’t go. I think a part of you is broken, like when she first died. We missed you there and the little kids kept asking for you. I just said that you were too sad to be there. Jet told me that I should have made you come because he makes you happy. Does Jet still make you happy?”
“I don’t know. I have not seen him in a long time. I mostly stay here with the three of us. I go to give presentations for work sometimes, but mostly I stay here.”
“So we make you sad.”
“I don’t think that you guys make me sad. There is just a lot going on and I am not sure where I fit into the whole picture any longer. It’s kind of like I am on an island. I am tired.”
“Maybe you should come back home?”
“Maybe I should go to bed and get some rest.”
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Question of
Have you ever tried to converse with someone who has Alzhimers?
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Yes
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No
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Question of
Do you have better suggestions to help explain?
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Yes
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My cousin just turned 60 but he already has forgotten my name.
May God bless you, that is a cruel disease.
We will make it through somehow. I still think the worst was when he made peanut butter and tuna fish sandwich for me and he was so proud. Yes, I ate it.
This time of year especially can be very difficult. I talk to my uncle who has dementia and every day is a new day for him. But I keep calling and talking.
That has to be hard and still it is so important. You are amazing. (Maybe dementia would be helpful sometimes!) I can believe I wrote that Mom had dementia!
Harder than many imagine. He is 90 and about the only family I have left and he is 500 miles away.
You are welcome to join our family. It’s already got his, hers, mine and theirs.
Looks like your emu-looking friend/loved one/parent is factually suffering from a serious medical condition.
Kind of the point that my husband was making. I guess stress could be a serious medical condition.
sadness is hard to shake. It got me on Saturday (I was missing my dad all day). There was nothing that could be done except be sad.
that happens sometimes. The only thing we can do is do things that make us happy!
Go pick a bunch of the odd pictures you find and share them!
I tried that, guess while I have been gone most of the day and not been near a computer things just got worse. Humm. I guess a Merry Christmas is completely out of reach. I will lower my expectations and move on.
Happy holidays from Maryland!
🙂
I will send you strength and hope with this message!