....Alzheimer's & Brain Awareness Month.
In honor of my dad who is in the late stage of Alzheimer's, I'm wearing purple all month.
This is my dad, Jay (BIG puffy heart)
This was taken last year and has been sitting on my desk top that long-waiting for the perfect moment to be posted. Today seems perfect.
This moment is rooted into my brain for eternity.
After a MUCH needed hair cut at the center where my dad lives, I was wheeling him back to his room~Oh my the fuss the nurses and other residents were making as we walked by. It was more than a little overwhelming for dad. He couldn't understand what all the hullabaloo was about. Well-meaning nurses were popping their heads into his room and telling him how nice he cleaned up. Dad only got a quick look at himself back at the barber shop so he asked me for a mirror. He wanted to get a better look. Wanting to indulge him, I locked his chair in place, joked..."don't move, i'll be right back"...he chuckled, and I ran back to the barbers to grab this mirror.
This moment is rooted into my brain for eternity.
After a MUCH needed hair cut at the center where my dad lives, I was wheeling him back to his room~Oh my the fuss the nurses and other residents were making as we walked by. It was more than a little overwhelming for dad. He couldn't understand what all the hullabaloo was about. Well-meaning nurses were popping their heads into his room and telling him how nice he cleaned up. Dad only got a quick look at himself back at the barber shop so he asked me for a mirror. He wanted to get a better look. Wanting to indulge him, I locked his chair in place, joked..."don't move, i'll be right back"...he chuckled, and I ran back to the barbers to grab this mirror.
I can only imagine the thought process that was going through his disease riddled brain.
I always have my phone handy and I quickly snapped this photo which pretty much speaks volumes. I see fear in face, something I never witnessed back when his life was normal.
He never spoke a word...he didn't have to.
Admittingly, some weeks I'm really good at calling my dad, others...not so much. It's just that I'm elated when I call and he recognizes me and says "this is my daughter, Kelly." I know there will be a day when he won't know who I am-but at least the phone call before he did. So, some days drag into longer days that go by.
It's a lousy excuse, I know, but guilt always wins out-I call...and for the time being, I am remembered.
I don't know how purple became the chosen color for The Alz.org
Maybe because purple symbolizes mystery...which the disease certainly is-even to the experts. Maybe because it's a combination of red and blue...color spectrum extremes-like the extreme turmoil alzheimer's brings to a family? In any case, I'm wearing purple all month, in some way, shape or form in on honor of my dad, Jay.
Happy (purple) snapping!
xo
Kelly
He never spoke a word...he didn't have to.
Admittingly, some weeks I'm really good at calling my dad, others...not so much. It's just that I'm elated when I call and he recognizes me and says "this is my daughter, Kelly." I know there will be a day when he won't know who I am-but at least the phone call before he did. So, some days drag into longer days that go by.
It's a lousy excuse, I know, but guilt always wins out-I call...and for the time being, I am remembered.
I don't know how purple became the chosen color for The Alz.org
Maybe because purple symbolizes mystery...which the disease certainly is-even to the experts. Maybe because it's a combination of red and blue...color spectrum extremes-like the extreme turmoil alzheimer's brings to a family? In any case, I'm wearing purple all month, in some way, shape or form in on honor of my dad, Jay.
Happy (purple) snapping!
xo
Kelly