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My dad has Alzheimer's.
Over the weekend, my brothers suggested (with extreme prejudice) that I take my dad to the Italian market to do a little shopping.
This disease is a great evil. It robs a person of not only motor skills, but of that part of the brain that defines a person. Growing up, my dad was always very strong both mentally and physically. Now he is just a shell of his younger self. I have avoided doing anything with him (one-on-one) simply because I find it too hard emotionally.
I HATE seeing him like this. I dreaded the 2 hours of driving and the amount of time spent schlepping through the market. I knew that I needed to take this trip with him primarily to give my mom a break for a couple of hours but also because it is what a good son should do.
So, on Saturday, I went to the house to collect him. Mom made me sit for a bit and have a cup of coffee. While having my coffee, I noticed that dad did not quite seem to grasp what was going on. My fears came into play and I imagined just how difficult this was going to be.
Once we got dad in the car, and we were on our way, something fantastic happened. It was like someone turned on a light in his mind. The conversation we had flowed! We talked about the family, the good times we had in the past, investments, and a host of other topics. The drive to the market felt like it was only 10 minutes!
Once at the market, Dad grabbed hold of a shopping cart and, with that added stability, moved from stall to stall like a hummingbird. The smile on his face was just unforgettable. I started fill up the cart with produce, cheeses, soppressata, and (most treasured) imported Hungarian salami. He laughed when we passed by the bakery saying "don't even look in there" (the bakery is amazing)!
In short, for a few precious hours, I had my old Dad back (I am tearing up as I type this).
I am so glad that I did this. The difference in my father from the point I picked him up to the point where I dropped him off was simply remarkable. That stimulus of getting out of the house was exactly what he needed.
I posted this just in case there are others with an Alzheimer's parent. I think that this little trip was better than any of the dozens of medications he is currently taking. Going forward, I plan to do something with dad each and every week.
Over the weekend, my brothers suggested (with extreme prejudice) that I take my dad to the Italian market to do a little shopping.
This disease is a great evil. It robs a person of not only motor skills, but of that part of the brain that defines a person. Growing up, my dad was always very strong both mentally and physically. Now he is just a shell of his younger self. I have avoided doing anything with him (one-on-one) simply because I find it too hard emotionally.
I HATE seeing him like this. I dreaded the 2 hours of driving and the amount of time spent schlepping through the market. I knew that I needed to take this trip with him primarily to give my mom a break for a couple of hours but also because it is what a good son should do.
So, on Saturday, I went to the house to collect him. Mom made me sit for a bit and have a cup of coffee. While having my coffee, I noticed that dad did not quite seem to grasp what was going on. My fears came into play and I imagined just how difficult this was going to be.
Once we got dad in the car, and we were on our way, something fantastic happened. It was like someone turned on a light in his mind. The conversation we had flowed! We talked about the family, the good times we had in the past, investments, and a host of other topics. The drive to the market felt like it was only 10 minutes!
Once at the market, Dad grabbed hold of a shopping cart and, with that added stability, moved from stall to stall like a hummingbird. The smile on his face was just unforgettable. I started fill up the cart with produce, cheeses, soppressata, and (most treasured) imported Hungarian salami. He laughed when we passed by the bakery saying "don't even look in there" (the bakery is amazing)!
In short, for a few precious hours, I had my old Dad back (I am tearing up as I type this).
I am so glad that I did this. The difference in my father from the point I picked him up to the point where I dropped him off was simply remarkable. That stimulus of getting out of the house was exactly what he needed.
I posted this just in case there are others with an Alzheimer's parent. I think that this little trip was better than any of the dozens of medications he is currently taking. Going forward, I plan to do something with dad each and every week.