Scheduling appointments on calendars is routine for most of us. For Dad, it’s been about three years since he has been certain of the year, month, date, day, or hour. All he knows is existence without time. Sometimes I wonder what it is like to live not knowing the difference between night and day. I imagine this moment – and then this moment, only to realize that the epitome of the concept is a perspective for those of us with a memory of the past and plans for the future. Then I try again with a blank slate.
I wonder what Dad is experiencing when he wakes up each morning. He usually wanders about the home for a while then goes back to bed. Sometimes he sleeps. Sometimes he gets ready to go someplace. Sometimes he looks through a few letters and photographs I keep on his bedside table. Sometimes he whispers, talking with someone I cannot see. Occasionally he doesn’t recognize me for a few moments when I enter his room. He recently asked me, “What is your name again?.” And on rare occasions he asks me “Where am I,” or What are we doing?” At bedtime, we practice specific habits. I let him know we are the only people in the house, and that we are going to try and sleep all the way until breakfast. It seems to help. I keep the calendar consistent and a patterned daily routine that helps create an environment of security for both of us. Then there are the special days – the holidays.
What is a daughter to do when she wants to celebrate a holiday with her Dad with dementia? Afterall, he won’t remember it. This year, once an hour throughout the day, I reminded Dad that it was Christmas Day. I associated it with holiday traditions such as gift giving, a special meal, church, eggnog, and singing Christmas music which he enjoys. Each time, he replied as if he was being told for the first time. “Really, Oh that’s nice, or Okay.” This is after including him in decorating the tree, making cookies, watching holiday programs, and even keeping an advent calendar over the weeks leading up to the celebration. The reward this Christmas was how much he enjoyed the combination of gifts with his favorite music on a Bluetooth headset and a small plush puppy from his stocking. He was incredibly happy, petting the pup, listening to the music, and singing along. I captured the moment with video. For myself, and most importantly to show it to him so he can experience the moment again. We listen to music and enjoy the imaginary pet every day.
Valentine’s Day is tomorrow. As long as I can remember from the time I was a small girl, Dad always delivered cards, and candy in heart shaped boxes to his girls – my mother, sister, and I. Now I do the same for Dad, even if it’s just for a moment, or several moments of rediscovering the day. Greeting cards have mostly lost meaning for Dad, but he still has a token from a Valentine’s Day card I gave him years ago. Glued inside the card was a silver heart with the words I Love You Dad engraved on it. Dad usually keeps it on his nightstand. Except every week I find it in the laundry, having fallen out of his pants pocket during the drying cycle. First I hear it clanking around, then I have to dig around the clothes to find it. In a funny way, Dad is still giving me valentines.
We tell each other we love each other every day – morning, noon, and night. Somehow beyond the realm of lost memories and even occasional loss of recognition, our love doesn’t fade. Like the lights on the Christmas tree or the silver heart in Dad’s pocket, every moment on our calendar, we get another opportunity to share our love, and it just keeps shining brighter. This daughter is grateful for love every day.
Gretchen you are an exceptional Human Being! This journey is a difficult one to navigate. Each dementia case is different. The behavior of the person with dementia is unique. You are navigating these waters better than anyone I’ve known who has gone through this. I admire you, I appreciate you sharing this journey with all of us. Blessings to all of you! May Valentine’s Day be a beautiful day for all of you, and may your dad enjoy it each time it comes to his attention 🤗💜💞
Thank you Sandy so very much for your kind words and encouragement.