Poem: One Day at a Time
They Were Like Newlyweds
My mother and her husband were still like newlyweds when his illness began. They were married in August of 2013.
Fast forward to today November 2020 and he has been in the nursing home since May 2020.
It is heartbreaking enough for this terrible disease to take over his mind but with Covid-19 it puts a whole new spin on everything.
At first there were no visits allowed. Now they offer a fifteen minute visit which has been outside except for two of them.
But the visits leave my mother hurt and upset for he usually doesn't know who she is during that short time.
I have hoped they would make an exception and let her visits on his good days, but they have a set policy for a specific day of the week to allow visitation.
The following poem was written by mother, Joyce Spradlin, on the days before he was admitted to the nursing home.
One day at a time is about trying to understand Alzheimer's and the effect it is having on his loved one. Wishing to have a conversation where they both understand the meaning. Instead of nodding in agreement with no idea of what he is talking about at the time. Taking one day at a time.
"Blank Stares" by Jay Allen
Written by Joyce Arledge Spradlin, my mother
This is written by Joyce Arledge Spradlin, my mother.
Her husband has Alzheimer's. She is dealing with the pain and effects of this disease every day.
"One Day At A Time"
A conversation that isn’t,
your mind is so confused,
I nod, not knowing
anything you are talking about.
Hold on honey, I am trying
one day at a time,
but what will tomorrow bring?
I’m not sure I want to know.
Stay with me
don’t give in to this mean disease,
I want to talk again,
to have a conversation
we both understand.
We’ve both been trying to hold on
one day at a time,
but it’s winning,
we need more time.
©️Joyce Arledge Spradlin 2020
Permission to use granted to Brenda Arledge.
"Remember Me" by Chris Mann
© 2020 BRENDA ARLEDGE