Amylia, AKA – Amazing Grace, wrote about spending time with her grandparents today. (Oh, and I’d never heard the song she posted – made me cry but I’m glad I heard/saw it.) She talked about listening to her grandparents. I commented and then decided to write about it here.
My dad isn’t diagnosed with dementia but, he certainly has moments where he’s somewhat forgetful or just can’t remember.
Last week, a friend from church asked if he could visit dad. His own mom died at the same nursing home last month and he continues to stop by to visit her roommate. My dad thoroughly enjoyed the visit! He couldn’t remember his name, couldn’t remember how he knew him, but told me he hoped he’d come back as they had a great time talking. I talked to my friend later and found that he probably knows more about our family than anyone… since visiting dad… and he told me how much he enjoyed listening to my dad’s stories (and he heard several).
So, my soapbox this evening is that if you’re lucky enough to spend time with older relatives/friends, take the time to listen to them. Let them talk. Let them tell you their stories even if you’ve heard them a million times. I truly believe that they’re sharing a gift with us, and we need to graciously accept that gift.
Shoveled more snow today, this time over at my dad’s house. Our forecast is for mixed stuff tonight and so, the snow had to go – at least off the roof. Damn stuff is frozen, we’re too old to climb up on the roof so used the roof rake and at least got the edges. Well, M did the roof raking and I did some of the deck. After an hour of shoveling the BG was 88 so decided to go home to eat some lunch.
After the mixed stuff tonight, it’s supposed to get into the 40’s tomorrow. If you read about a lunatic in NH dancing in the melting snow, it’ll be me!