Caregiver Corner
"Strands of his Smiles"
The peace came and went like waves over Curtis, with time stretching
out to still another silent year. I was sure that he still recognized
and loved our loving voices. When we spoke his name, he always tried
to smilea lifelong habit.
He often lay rigid, almost catatonic, with all elasticity gone from
his body. To straighten his legs and arms would be almost to break
them. Georgia sat beside him hour after hour after hour, talking and
reading to him, hoping for a response. Outside March winds brought
song sparrows, flock after flock, to sing at his window. His
eye is on the sparrow, Georgia would sing the old gospel song,
And I know He watches you. Shed go on to other familiar
hymns, then wearily leave the room and burst into tears.
I dont want you to be alarmed, said the doctor,
but I dont want you to be surprised if anything happens.
We knew it wasnt a matter of if; we just didnt
know when. The days went on day after day, week after
week, and month after month. My greeting was not How is Curtis
today? (I knew all too well.) but Has Curtis smiled today?
And he would respond with a faint, slow smile.
It was only when he no longer opened his eyes that we felt completely
lost, suddenly realizing how the whole family for months had been
held together by the tenuous strands of his smiles.
Many distressing and depressing days followed in monotonous succession.
The details are too intimate and painful to recount. But when Curtis
died we found that we could testify that the spirit really does prevail.
As the heavy load of concern fell from our shoulders we became aware
of how the long experience had refined our sensibilities and deepened
our compassions. Our greatest comfort was the knowledge that we had
been privileged to love Curtis and to care for him.
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CAREGIVERS CORNER insert for ASN NEWSLETTER v21n1,
Winter 2009.
Excerpts from CURTIS An Alzheimers Story by Lessie Culpepper
Hagen
An ASN publication, c.1988. All Rights Reserved.