Our neighborhood is having a Valentine's Dance tonight. I committed to making the punch before everything got to this point and plan to do so. I will take it up to the party location, which is just a few minutes from the house and then come back and get him. Plan to put a nice red shirt on him. We won't be able to dance but we can enjoy the people and I know he will enjoy the music.
Cowboy has a nice singing voice and plays the guitar but has not done either in a long while. But a few weeks back for about 2 days he was walking around the house just singing at the top of his lungs. "Delta Dawn, what's that flower you have on". I found it very nice and made me smile. We listen to the old western songs in the car and last week I asked him if he could sing along. He sang along perfectly on an old Hank Williams tune from the 50's. Didn't miss a word.
This morning he couldn't tell me the day or date and when I asked the year he said 2021.
He can no longer operate the TV remote so I try to find something for him that he likes. We ran across a show on historical guns this morning that he decided on. It reminded me that we had a loaded gun in the house. That seemed like a bad idea. Even though he is sweet as a lamb at the moment I know sometimes dementia can create unfavorable or violent behavior. I got the gun from his bedside table and took the clip out and hid it.
I found a really good article yesterday on Wikipedia about dementia with Lewy bodies. It was highly informative and there is so many parallels with what I am seeing that I am pretty convinced that is what we are dealing. It left me feeling a little sad and unsettled.
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