Tag: love

We Are Related, Somehow.

“Here we go, down the road!” Marie* sang, tapping her walker on the ground as she moved down the hallway. Her son, a man in

1, 2, 3.

“Hm, hmm, oh, wow,” Carol* said, touching some of the puzzle pieces on the table. She picked one up and turned it around in her hands,

Lewy Body.

I recently had a resident’s husband come up to me and ask about moving his wife to another room. “I think Bethany* should be in

Do You Remember?

I try hard, every day, to avoid using the word “remember” at work. You never know what someone does or does not remember, and I

Reorienting.

“He already thought his wife was dead, but that he was missing her funeral…so I just explained to him that she’s been dead for years.”

A 90 Year Age Difference.

I love taking my residents to read to children. Today we took some of them to meet a classroom of two-year-olds. “Grandma?” one little boy

I'm going home now.

Many of our residents receive visitors on a regular basis. It’s nice to see them interact with daughters, sons, grandchildren, and even spouses. The trouble

Sock Puppets.

I think there’s a lot that we can learn from people with dementia, especially those who don’t communicate in normal ways. I’ve blogged about a

They're so cute!

“I used to teach kids older than this, though, five or six-year-olds, kids getting ready for kindergarten. But these are so cute! Practically in diapers!”

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