Proud: showing proper self-respectPompous: having or exhibiting self-importance On this Fourth of July, you will find me standing for our flag. Standing and singing loud when the National Anthem is played. Enjoying fully the celebration of this day. But I will stand and I will sing and I will enjoy, not because I am pompous. No, I will stand and…
A couple of weeks ago, I reminded our readers that people living with dementia are not children. In the blog, “When Knives Are A Good Idea”, I remind us that people with dementia (until very late stage) retain the ability, and the desire, to engage in familiar activities within the home, even activities with an element of risk such as…
In the last months, we have walked alongside three fathers as they have met the end of their days. We have been with families as they have decided to bring in hospice and embrace the new season of comfort care. Every bit of what we have done has been mindful of the importance of those beloved men, those fathers. And…
Older folks are often better “historians” than “visionaries”. I first heard this concept when training to become certified in the Beyond Driving with Dignity (BDD) program for older drivers. Matt Gurwell, founder of the BDD program, taught the importance of understanding this concept in relation to driving safety. Mr. Gurwell had observed that older drivers can more accurately talk about…
People living with dementia are not children. They have decades of experience and loads of muscle memory attached with the safe and effective use of tools such as knives. Until the end stages of dementia where the movement part of the brain forgets how to work and how to help the body move, folks with dementia can likely still safely…
“Greenies” on the countertop of an older woman who does not have a dog. Yep. It’s what we do. You see, our team has the privilege of walking very closely alongside our companions who are benefitting from our special and unique care. Folks who are older than most of us, and most living with dementia. We regularly coordinate and oversee…
Yesterday, my companion with dementia and I were driving to one of our favorite places: the local thrift store. As we drove, she spontaneously erupted into singing the song, “The more we get together, together, together, the more we get together, the happier we will be.” So, of course, I joined in. We have sung this song together many times…
Have you ever found yourself in the same posture as someone you're talking to, yawning when someone near you yawns, or flinching when you witness someone getting hurt? Maybe you've smiled at a baby at the grocery store and delighted in the adorable way she smiled back at you, or felt warm and fuzzy when you saw someone snuggling their…
My mood becomes their mood. Because of the diminishing ability to analyze, interpret, and decide what to do about information in the environment, my companions with dementia become “victim” to whatever mood I bring to their doorstep; whatever mood I possess during our time together. If I show up and bring with me my concern for what is going on…
Our friend Fred passed away this week. He passed peacefully in his own room, in the home of his daughter and her husband. We had the privilege of knowing him for just a few short months; of enjoying time with him talking about Nebraska, and Willa Cather, and the beef industry, and rare and collectible coins. He gave us advice…
