How to dance in the rain

I received this from one of my many online friends and it really keyed into aspects of my life that are getting me down at the moment and helped me to view things slightly differently. It is especially relevant as my father had Alzheimers and I think I’ve mentioned before in this blog about how the weekends I spent with him during his illness were some of the best times we shared!

“It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80’s arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.

While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor’s appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer’s Disease.

As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now. I was surprised, and asked him, ‘And you still go every morning, even though she doesn’t know who you are?’ He smiled as he patted my hand and said, ‘She doesn’t know me, but I still know who she is.'””

Life isn’t about how to survive the storm,but how to dance in the rain.

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  1. I see the same thing with my mother, who although she has a busy life, still misses my father every day. When he died she said at least she’d had his physical presence even if he didn’t know her, and now she doesn’t even have that.

  2. I can’t imagine what it is like when you have spent so much of your life with the person that you love and then you effectively lose them. I remember when my grandfather died, I held my grandmother as she cried while paramedics and corners were in and out of the house. I remember her telling me, “I don’t know how to live without him.” They had been married over 65 years. It makes me appreciate every day that I have with my wife.