I used to love doing jig saw puzzles. The challenge of all the PIA pieces looking to complete an artists vision fed my need to compete against myself or those who happened to pass by the table of chaos.
Alana and I would often have a marathon puzzle night... no rest until the darn thing was done. I loved those times with the person who will forever hold my heart. She and I would crow when the art was complete.
My walls provide space for those wonderful moments. They are properly framed, glassed and relished as artful memories of wonderful times spent sipping wine and sharing words, building memories. I walk by our art and see us hunched over the table, our fingers pushing puzzle pieces back and forth until we have contact. I hear the giggles, the language, the accomplishment.
My dementia friend (that sucks by the way) is a deconstructing puzzle. A life time of putting the pieces in order is being decimated by this dam n disease... taking her one piece after the other.
Every day, her wonderful brain is being dismantled and my heart breaks.
She is no longer able to practice her profession. She is over- whelmed by the phone and voice mail. Her freedom to leave her home unfettered will end in two weeks. She is aware of what is happening. She knows she has no control over her future. She is a witness to losing her mind.
We are unbearably sad.
Alana and I would often have a marathon puzzle night... no rest until the darn thing was done. I loved those times with the person who will forever hold my heart. She and I would crow when the art was complete.
My walls provide space for those wonderful moments. They are properly framed, glassed and relished as artful memories of wonderful times spent sipping wine and sharing words, building memories. I walk by our art and see us hunched over the table, our fingers pushing puzzle pieces back and forth until we have contact. I hear the giggles, the language, the accomplishment.
My dementia friend (that sucks by the way) is a deconstructing puzzle. A life time of putting the pieces in order is being decimated by this dam n disease... taking her one piece after the other.
Every day, her wonderful brain is being dismantled and my heart breaks.
She is no longer able to practice her profession. She is over- whelmed by the phone and voice mail. Her freedom to leave her home unfettered will end in two weeks. She is aware of what is happening. She knows she has no control over her future. She is a witness to losing her mind.
We are unbearably sad.
