By Janet Manders
Naked on the bed’s edge with tightly folded arms, he protests. “You can’t make me.”
My shoulders relax when he follows my soft singing, and me, towards the shower. Handing him soap, I pantomime washing. Words are too confusing.
I help him dress, gently comb his hair and hold up a hand-held mirror. An impish grin is reflected back.
He shuffles towards his threadbare recliner. Soft snores fill the air to join my heavy sighs.
Alzheimer’s has breached the door. The losses are many.
Holding the warm hand of the man I’m proud to call Dad, I smile. He’s still here.
I love how this story reminds me to try to find positive, even uplifting, moments in bad situations. The words read like poetry.
Thanks so much. It’s the philosophy I TRY to live by.
Not always easy!!
Not only does this work as a flash piece, it reads like a beautiful prose poem. Love it!
Thanks so much. Glad you enjoyed it
Such a poignant story about a very difficult situation. Very well written!
Thank you. Appreciate your kind words
Just beautiful!
Thanks!
Well written. So many of us have been touched by dementia in its many forms.
Dementia truly is a tough journey. And definitely experienced by many
Beautiful. Thank you!
Thanks!