My mother had Alzheimer’s and the only way we got through it was with humor.
At the end of the day I’d tell my husband the question of the day that was asked a couple hundred times and how I managed to answer it as if it was asked only once.
Or the Mother’s Day card that was left on the cofee table that she found at least 10 times a day and said, “How nice!” and 10 times a day it was Mother’s Day for a few seconds.
My favorite was the pilfering. She kept her purse with a hundred dollar bill clutched to her chest and she checked on it every few minutes. She liked to put things in her purse, tags from new clothing, pens, pencils and rocks, little things that caught her eye and she would appropriate them. I used to love looking through them to see what had caught her fancy that day.
One of my favorite days was the day we watched “The Bank Dick”. The gags were fast and furious and simple and she laughed until she cried. I need to watch it again and see if it was as funny as it was that day.
Mom always read and she still wanted books, she’d carry them around and open them up every once in a while but she never turned the page.
I had a very beautiful afghan that she loved and I gave it to her as a gift everyday.
Your stories are sweet and sad at the same time.
My wife’s grandfather died of this disease in 1995.
Our first child was born the next week.
God has a way of renewing what was lost. He did for us.