Husband M and I were able to visit an uncle at his new long term care home late last week. It was our first time there. His girlfriend was there as she is every day. The home was beautifully decorated for Christmas. My uncle is in a well-appointed suite with a small kitchenette and a lovely window view. I took a red poinsettia plant and it looked so pretty on his windowsill.
My uncle's dementia is progressing but he was walking quite well, using his walker more as a backup. We were in time for the 3pm social hour so we went downstairs and had a quick walk through the facility before heading to the dining room. His girlfriend said he rarely smiles being more of a quiet, listener type of person. But he was all smiles for us that afternoon. We sat with them for a cup of coffee before it was time to leave.
I thought, isn't this what Christmas is all about?
My uncle's dementia is progressing but he was walking quite well, using his walker more as a backup. We were in time for the 3pm social hour so we went downstairs and had a quick walk through the facility before heading to the dining room. His girlfriend said he rarely smiles being more of a quiet, listener type of person. But he was all smiles for us that afternoon. We sat with them for a cup of coffee before it was time to leave.
I thought, isn't this what Christmas is all about?
