“Once a man twice a child” is the most chilling reality of life. It’s hard when we see our loved ones who looked after us so ably when we were young needing that exact care if not more in their golden years. We can relate to our children asking the same question over and over but may become impatient when the questions are posed by our elderly parent. We eagerly change diapers on our babies but hesitate to deal with incontinence.
Alzheimer’s not only affects those who suffer from this terrible disease but moreso (my opinon) the caregivers. Our hearts bleed and our minds constantly ache but my best take-away was this: “We enter through youth and end through similarities…waiting for the love and care of another to lovingly embrace us without anger or judgment.” Thanks for sharing this great post; loved it!
Yesterday, while sitting in a waiting room for my granddaughter to get her pediatric check-up and shots, I witnessed humility at its best. I observed a young woman with her grandfather sitting side-by-side. The woman was reading scripture to him from her phone in Spanish. His distant look was endearing, sad, yet holding the rawness of final years in humanity. I have witnessed it many times in loved ones who have suffered from Alzheimer’s and dementia. Her words gently stroked him in his state of deep thought, lost in some other realm trying to reach this one. Every so often he would ask where he was or why he was there? She would rub his arm softly with security and explained he was there to see his doctor. She would continue reading from her phone. He would stare endlessly into a space void, a time warp, with a haze over…
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