Kids, this one blends in a little with what Scot is going thru. Hope it strikes a chord.
Mom suffers from what we once called simply “old age”; symptoms are failing memory, the loss of sensory organs and mild but often wild dementia.; she is blind and steel-chair ridden.
Thankfully her dementia is sometimes benign. For every bad thing she goes through she goes through some good things to compensate.
The bad things are mom sobbing like a child to go home to Harvey St, when home is St. Lukes.
Several times over the years the loving care givers have called me to come over and settle mom down when she was pining for home; thank God I could.
It’s also cuts like a razor when mom denies me as her son or has seemingly forgotten Brenda, Jordan and Lisa.
The good things however are when the angels transport her to Calvary every Sunday to hear pastor Courey preach.
The fairies have her visiting friends in places she’s not been in years. She talks about tramping all over town visiting long passed friends Eva Lloyd and Joan Spencer.
In her colourful but damaged mind and thanks to elves and pixies, she leads a vibrant life and is constantly pooped because her days are seemingly so hectic.
In reality, she never leaves the grounds that house so many lovely people at St.Lukes.
Anyway, this week I visit again to tell her that she has another great grandson. I’ve tried to tell her before but could not catch her at a time when she either knew or acknowledged me.
Anyway, I walk into A-wing and am told by the girls that mom was put down for a nap.
I warily walk into her room and gently rouse her with “mom it’s your son Jim, how are things”?
She opens her sightless eyes and chirps sweetly “Jim is that you? Thanks for coming to see me!”
I shoot up a thankful prayer that she knows me…and just as important that she’s in a mood to talk.
I get right to the point by saying “Mom, Lisa had a baby boy and he’s simply beautiful”
She near shouts, “Go away Jim, our Lisa had a baby boy? Oh isn’t that wonderful! What’s his name?”
I answer (thankful she remembers Lisa) “Keenan James George mom, he’s named after his grandpas”
“Say do ya think we’ll end up calling him Jimmy George?(she says with great enthusiasm) that’d be so sweet!”
I’m holding back a tear as I lightly stroke her hand, my mom is really with me today; it’s been so long.
“Do you know what I’m gonna do tomorrow? I’m going to Galt to get him a beautiful sleeper at Sears; I can hardly wait!”
She half cries with joy as she says “what size should I get him Jim?; he’s probably growing like a weed.”
Mom then yells to her phantom husband “Henry, Lisa had a baby boy, isn’t that just great?”
I visit for a while longer and go over all the details mom immediately forgets…except the name Jimmy George…and I send up yet another prayer of thanks that my mom is still in my life.
As I give her a sloppy kiss goodbye on her leathered cheek she smiles and says “bye Jim, come again soon.”
I start to dread my next visit…will she know me, will she remember Keenan James, will she be sweet or surly?….who knows it’s a crap shoot, I guess.
But she knew me today thank God …she knew me today!