..... are gone. We've seen them leave over the past few years. At first, when shown her picture, he would quickly say "Ah! A very fine lady!" and remember her name. He'd know that she was away somewhere, and during the first year with us, knew that she had died. In the next few years, I'd remind him, and when shown a photo, he would stammer, hem and haw, and finally come up with the memory. Then he thought she was his sister. Today, when asked about the photo of Mom in Monterey, looking at a flower on the beach, he said "That's one of those ladies who lives in that land".
Once, when out shopping with me, he lost track of me (I didn't lose track of him, though, I was close by and watching him, but he just decided that he was lost). He asked a lady nearby him "Have you seen my wife?" and she tried to look around and be helpful, so I quickly came up to them and he brightened up and said "Ah! There you are!" and the poor lady looked stricken, like she was trying to figure out why such an old dude would have such a younger wife. Ha!
He is very family oriented. He does not know his childrens' names, but when shown a photo of them, he recognizes that they are family, and will say "This is my sister, that is my brother...."
About that photo of Mom: it is lovely. Who wants it?
This comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeleteI was trying to edit, but deleted instead. So sad about the memories fading, but nice to know there is still some sense of familiarity he senses in faces.
ReplyDeleteI'll take that photo at some point. J
You got it, Jamie! Thanks!
ReplyDelete