Wasn't this a beautiful Easter Weekend! Full of Sunshine! This Easter Sunday is really a special day. To me it's always special just for what it stands for. But this year it takes on an additional personal "special." It's special because yesterday I got to briefly be with all four of my grandchildren and watch them be their beautiful selves on a beautiful Easter Saturday afternoon at beautiful farm in Rutledge, Georgia. Special to be with family that I don't get to see except a few times a year. Special in that this year, I have Bob in my life. Even though he's not completely my ole Bob yet, we're getting there. And we're getting married in 6 days!! Yikes!!
I feel like my "to do" list gets longer instead of shorter. By getting ready for the wedding, Bob adds to the list and not always on purpose. We've been talking about what he will wear, and we had already had his new white shirt washed, starched and ironed. So I thought we were somewhat ready. He told me on Friday that his new navy trousers needed pressing. I looked at them and didn't see what he was seeing. I kindly said, "honey, they look alright to me, in fact, they were cleaned back before Christmas, and I don't think you've worn them since." Well, I guess I didn't have Superman's X-ray vision so I couldn't see all the deep creases in the pants. And by the way, apparently Lois Lane can't iron creases out of Superman's pants. We had to make a special trip to his favorite dry cleaners.
Bob also needed to pick out his shoes. He has loads of shoes that he's had for years. Don't think he's thrown or given away a pair since the 60's. So when I asked him what shoes he wanted to wear with his navy sport coat and pants, his response was funny. "Shoes?" He paused. I looked at his puzzled look and couldn't help but laugh. I knew what he was going to say next. I just knew. "Do I have shoes? Where are my shoes?" We fell into hysterics. We have begun to laugh a lot at these memory lapses. He knows how ridiculous it sounds. I'm so glad that he laughs at himself sometimes. Laughter is the best medicine, you know.
So are pills. Pills that have to be taken morning and night. For Bob it's a memory thing. Apparently, before I came into his life and BS (before stroke) I quote, "changed everything" he had sort of a routine where he took his blood pressure pills at the kitchen table. They sat in white VA pill bottles on a lazy susan. Well, since we now have Buzz the Cat we can't leave things like that out on tables. Buzz would have a field day knocking them down like crazy. So they are now in such a nice orderly Sunday-Saturday AM/PM kryptonite container to make it easier for Superman. And they are housed in the bathroom where it seems more than logical to keep ones pills. Every morning he asks me where his pills are and I tell him and/or show him. But today I stopped telling him and told him he would have to find them on his own. And, after a little frustration, he found them. And tonight, the same thing. He remembered. This is huge because what he's doing is establishing new routines and remembering them as daily routines. According to the therapist, it is a really big deal. Today I also got a lot of "I know, I know's." I reminded him of several things during the day because I didn't think he remembered, but apparently he did. What a beautiful day this was! So, this Easter is very special for all of us.
From the home of Hope & Courage, Happy Easter!
Jody
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