Friday, May 27, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Today, my mom, who is suffering from Alzheimer's, faced a challenge and did pretty good. She wanted to send a card to my grandson for his upcoming high school graduation. This, in itself, was a big step. She spent a long time in her room, searching for just the right thing. When she was done, she signed the card and brought it to me for my "approval." It was a Christmas card. When I asked her if she was sure that she wanted to send this card, and pointed out that it was more directed for a holiday greeting than a graduation, she thought about it for a while and said she did. So, okay. That was her choice and my grandson would be okay with it, knowing she was sending her best wishes. Later, she came back and asked me to help her find a different card. Upon consideration, she had changed her mind about the card and was again looking through the hundreds of cards she has stockpiled away during the years. We finally found one that was "right" for the occasion and she beamed with happiness. It was a picture of a beautiful sailboat and blank inside. She could write her own short message. Mission accomplished.