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An Alzheimer's Love Story...

Updated on February 13, 2010

1. genre...History
2. plot twist...At this juncture, in walks a hungover bartender.
3. word from wordier...Plumply
4. from book 'CARESHARING' by Marty Richards "Even in a less-than-accurate recounting,there may be a revelation about how they are feeling Plumply....

plumply • \PLUMP-lee\ • adverb

: in a wholehearted manner and without hesitation or circumlocution : forthrightly Example Sentence: Having taken offense at the remark

Throughout History "LOVE" seems to be what we all crave and what has kept the world going round. No matter what or whom you believe in it seems, it's Love that makes our Hearts sing, flutter and hurt.

On a shelf at the entrance to his room, he had placed his Photograph, as most residents did . His room was at the end of the hallway on the first floor and so he did the walking that was so necessary to get him to his meals and to the social events the home provided. Although being afflicted not only with Dementia he also suffered from Parkinson's disease as well as Vertigo so the use of a walker was the only way he could slowly and methodically reach his destinations.

His knowledge of Airplanes was well established. He had been a Jet Pilot in his younger days as well as a fighter pilot for the Air Force during the war and a handsome Gentleman to say the least.

On the shelf at the entrance of her room she had placed a plague with her name on it, a small figurine of a cat and a vase of plastic flowers. Her room was on the second floor, located in the middle of the hallway and near the laundry-room . She really was physically quite able and a fast walker, using the stairs each trip she made to her meals and the social events. Dementia was what she suffered from, along with denial she was never to let go of.

The assigned table they were used to sitting at and enjoying their meals was switched one day ; which is how they actually met and then the romance began. Age is of no signifigance to many people and this was no different.

He was a loud spoken gentleman and she a quiet small lady, hard of hearing and so at first silence from her was a mystery to him. Introducing themselves and enjoying some small chatter this first meal of many to come, was enjoyed . Being the gentleman that he was he said, "I'll be looking for you tomorrow at breakfast" , she shyly smiled her acceptance.

Upon awakening this morning, she had this fluttering in her stomach and was curious as to the reason why? Finding herself searching through her clothes for a nicer dress to wear, double checking her hair and vigorously brushing her teeth she seemed anxious to go have breakfast. In the hurried frame of mind she was in , it went un-noticed that she had put two different color shoes on her feet ( the styles were identical, sales are such a bargain ).

Once satisfied with how she looked she grabbed her purse and locked her door and left to go eat in the dining-room. When she arrived it was empty, no one was even there, and usually it was buzzing with people. Servers, cooks running here and there and her friends all chatting. Nurse's passing out meds, wheelchairs and walkers all parked near their owner's. Confusion rapidly entered her mind and she turned in a hurry to go back to her room. As if in a dream, lost in space or had she imagined all this.

At this juncture, in walks a hungover bartender , also known as the breakfast chef for the community, he directs her to her room, and as she catches a wisp of his breath it flashes her back to the memories of her alcoholic first husband.

Arriving back at the door to her room and reaching in her purse to locate the keys (which actually were worn on her wrist on a spiral type elastic bracelet), she realized it was like 3 a.m. and it was too early for breakfast because everyone was still sleeping.

"Oh well, since I am awake and dressed" she thought to herself, "I might as well just sit here and watch the sun come up". Her room faced the Mountains and the lush front yard of the Facility and she enjoyed watching the people and the birds and the world coming to life as she sat there.

RING...RING...! ! ! the phone startled her from the sleep she had drifted into, and as she reached for it, she dropped her purse on the floor , it fell open and emptied the contents onto the floor. "Hello" she quietly said. "Hi , and how is my lovely lady this fine morning?" was what she heard. " "Oh dear you must have the wrong number" she replied, hanging the receiver back in it's cradle.

Slowly and with a definate purpose he walked the long hallway from his room, passed the dining room, now buzzing with excitement, entered the elevator and walked the hallway to her room. He stopped for a bit , straightened his hair, took a deep breath and placed a mint in his mouth before knocking on her door. Realizing she was hard of hearing he knocked louder to make sure she could hear the sound. Slowly she opened the door , just a crack to see who was there and when she saw him a big smile came to her face. "Are you hungry as I am" he questioned. "And may I escort you to the dining room" he asked. Plumply she accepted the invitation.

Opening the door wider she invited him in, and explained that she had spilled her purse and would he mind waiting while she picked up the mess. In the process of all this she began to realize why she had felt the way she did this morning. They were about to walk out the door when he asked " do you know you have two different color shoes on?" Looking down she began her girlish type laugh and they both got the giggles. Turning around to go change her shoes they faced each other and hesitated, just a moment, and a breathless chill ran through her. "Even in a less-than-accurate recounting, there may be a revelation about how they are feeling"

He offered her his arm and together they strolled down the halls to enjoy their breakfast .

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    • G-Ma Johnson profile image

      Merle Ann Johnson 8 years ago from NW in the land of the Free

      Polly...I too have become her mom and she my baby...but as it should be in my mind, as mom's we take care of our children with all we have in us, and now is time to return the love to them, they need us so much...

      It is a full time job, have you read 36 hour day? I tried and believe me it wears one the home she has a regular routine and meals at the same time, nurses available

      and caregivers with training how to handle them.

      Like I said I have found a wonderful home for her and know she is around people her age and is having communication, such as it is, with others. They so need that...Once again My prayers for you my dear...:O) Hugs G-Ma

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      Pollyannalana 8 years ago from US

      My Mom is only 86, strange thing to say I am sure, lol, but if she could only walk I would bring her home with me and never let her go..I became her Mommy and she my child and do we ever love anyone like we do our Mommies?

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      Merle Ann Johnson 8 years ago from NW in the land of the Free so sorry for your lose...I am facing this event never knows, especially if it is coupled with other health problems...May she 'rest in peace' and you can know she is in Heaven now and without pain...I shall add you to my prayers my dear lady...Am always here if you need to chat...:O) Hugs G-Ma

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      Peggy Woods 8 years ago from Houston, Texas

      Delightful story and full of the facts that love can survive anything.....even Alzheimers or dementia. My dear mother just died and my ONLY consolation is that she will not have to go down that path any further than she had already progressed. I am still heartsick over her sudden loss.

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      Merle Ann Johnson 8 years ago from NW in the land of the Free

      Moulik...How Nice of you to say..I Thank You...:O) Hugs G-Ma

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      Merle Ann Johnson 8 years ago from NW in the land of the Free

      frogyfish...well Thank you,am happy you enjoyed it and had time to read...My prayers always...:O) Hugs G-Ma

    • Moulik Mistry profile image

      Moulik Mistry 8 years ago from Burdwan, West Bengal, India

      Absolutely delightful, loved your story very much...

    • frogyfish profile image

      frogyfish 8 years ago from Central United States of America

      Ah-hh a lovely and delightful story - the love outweighs any sorrow hiding in the cracks. Thanks for sharing about the sweet couple - let's have more please!

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      Merle Ann Johnson 8 years ago from NW in the land of the Free

      wELL tHANK YOU DEAR...There are so many I can tell...sadly he did die a year later...but what fun we had first and so many laughs...Happy Valentine's Day...:O) Hugs G-Ma