Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Oma's Candle

Time flies wether you want it to or not, so today is Sunday October 14.2018, I want to hold on to today, why? How the hell should I know? It rained last night, we needed it and today there are clouds in the sky and I hope that more rain is in the forecast. Living in the desert I miss rain, it has been a while since we had any and the earth soaks it up and the desert will bloom beautifully in spring, all yellow colors, the Brittlebush, the Palo Verde tree and many other plants. There is nothing on the agenda except washing bedding and making my husband breakfast, lunch and dinner today. I consider this a peaceful day, no drama, no confusion except why doesn't this football addict watch football? Instead he is bent over a book of crossword puzzles, he can no longer do them but copies from the back and that is fine, it means he is doing something and can still write.

I see improvement, not in his dementia but in his physical being. I still take him to exercise three times a week and the other day we walked along the lake, we walked about one half mile with sitting on a bench here and there. Now that it's not so hot outside, well walk more often. At exercise they admire this 97 year old man, he is an example to others who are not as fit, it's sad that his memory is not good, but as in everything there are good days and not such good days. I figured out a long time ago that you have to deal with what life hands you and so I've come to a certain kind of peace.

I have conversations with him and don't get answers often, sometimes I notice that he fudges them, gives a generic answer that could cover anything, I think it's fine, at least it keeps the wheels turning. Poker will start again soon and I asked his friends to let me know if he can still play, he's needed a little help in the past and they give it gladly, but the day will come when that will no longer help, it will be okay, because he'll forget that he once played.

It's a dreadful and sad disease for him and his family, he never talks about it, does not express fear or anything else, always accepts what it given, never argues or gives an opinion, that makes me sadder than anything.