Vacation

We have just returned from our annual vacation with the family.  My parents purchased a time share condo.  Each year, as many of us as are able get together for a week.  This year all three children and our spouses were able to get together with my parents.  I think everyone knows it was a priority to get together this year because it may well be the last we are able.  We went to Crossville, Tennessee.  We had been there 2 years before.  It was here that we first started noticing problems.  That year, Mom could not remember where the silverware was kept time after time after time.  This year there were some pretty distinct differences.

Even though we had been to my parents in May for a couple days, I did not realize physically how impaired Mom has become.  She says they walk a mile every day.  I don't believe it.  After a block or two of walking, she was needing to find somewhere to sit down and rest.  When we went to their house in May, she said the same thing but Dad corrected her that they missed 3 days out of the week that week.  My husband noticed that this trip Dad did not disagree with anything she was saying.  Dad is fiercely independent and so its hard to say, has he done research and realizes there is no point in correcting her, it is out of a sense of wanting to protect her dignity.  Doesn't really matter why, but it is good to see that he has discovered how best to respond.

Dad was very emotional.  Not all the time, but certainly more than is usual for him.  The first day was a disaster.  My sister in law wanted to go to some local caves.  When we got there, I recommended that Mom and I stay at the gift shop while the rest of the group went on the tour.  Between the uneven terrain and the dim light, ( I didn't know physically how impaired she was at that time), I did not think it was a good idea.  Dad was pretty insistent.  He had talked to the gift shop worker who said we could avoid the most strenuous part of the tour by waiting at a certain point for the group to return.  I deferred to my father's decision.  I don't want to be a bossy,  know it all and try to take over their lives.  It was a disaster.  I was right.  Mom has always had poor vision.  Some of the new research talks about how changes in visual perception are some of the early signs of dementia.  So it's hard to say which was the cause, but Mom could not navigate the uneven terrain in the dim light.  We made it through.  But after that, Dad became much more directive of Mom, holding her hand to guide her when we went walking anywhere.  Another time I hate being right.

Ever the counselor, I had brought along a no-win or lose game to play.  The object was to share stories, memories and personal reflections.  It was a good time, but Mom had a hard time following even the directions to move her playing piece along the path.  It was while playing the game that I saw Dad tear up several times and his voice crack.  I have just subscribed to a blog called "Watching the Lights Go Out" written by a man who has been diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease.  It is such a blessing that he is willing to share his insights and experiences to help others understand what it is like.  I can only imagine what my father is feeling, watching the woman he married 50+ years ago become less and less.

In my own spiritual journey I am trying to focus on being content in what ever circumstance I'm in, to be grateful for the blessings I have and to concentrate on thankfulness.  So I tuck this vacation into that category.  I'm thankful my brothers understand how important this vacation was and took the time to be a part of it.  I'm thankful we were able to have this time together to talk about experiences of the past.  I'm thankful for the love between my parents and that my dad gets it, no matter how he has come to the realization.  I'm thankful for my own husband who took his vacation time to be with me and support me in such an important moment in time.