After 50+ years of marriage... Marylyn and Frank |
My father is one of those human beings who has always been competent--a hard worker, a smart man, a provider. Always busy. I grew up watching him work long hours, regularly change the oil in our cars, make home repairs, pay the bills, and fill up college accounts. He rarely sat still. He coached my soccer team, supported me emotionally, gave me away in marriage (that took awhile), and cheered on our adoption of two daughters. He's always been a solid presence in our lives. That hasn't changed.
His memory started slipping several years ago. The mental changes became much more concerning the past few years, when he began to consistently forget where he parked his car and to ask questions more than once. Before Alzheimer's, he fretted about getting old and eventually ending up in a nursing home. He told me once that he wanted me to shoot him if he ever got to the point he couldn't take care of himself. That appalled me. My assurance that it would be an honor to care for him (just as he has cared for us) didn't make him feel any better at the time. If anything, my response might have sounded trite in the face of his real concerns about aging. However, I meant what I said. When someone has been so great a presence in your life, you want to give back to them if you can. But my father was still in his super-competent mindset. He didn't want to ever be "needy." And if I'm honest with myself, I never want to appear weak or "dependent," either. The truth is, we are inter-dependent; it's only the pathologically insane who completely disengage from community. Ironically, my father has thrown us all a curve ball by gracefully dealing with his Alzheimer's as it takes him on a journey into new territory.
One example of grace: Eighteen months ago, he took me and my brother aside during one of the rare times we were all together. (We live in separate states.) He told us what we already suspected--that he had been officially diagnosed with Alzheimer's. Then he added that he loved us; that my Mom had been a great wife and mother; that he wanted us to support her as best we can during these years; and that after he is gone if she ever wanted to remarry he would want us to support her in that -- because she deserved to be happy. It was an extraordinary conversation. He had rehearsed what he wanted to say. His sincere dignity was remarkable--because he wanted to clearly express his thoughts and desires before he couldn't remember what he wanted to say or how he wanted to say it. The fact that he wanted to say these beautiful things at all is a real testament to his inner character.
Then there's the dilemma of DRIVING. Many families struggle with telling the older members of their family that they should no longer drive. Driving and the freedom to come and go is something we are loathe to give up. For a man like my father--who likes to get up at the crack of dawn everyday and go to the YMCA to work out --driving has been essential to his routine. But last year he came to realize--on his own--that it was unwise for him to drive the 15 miles to the YMCA in downtown Colorado Springs. He initiated a conversation with my Mom and told her he had decided to curtail all his excursions to a four-mile radius (of sorts) -- to the new local Y and his favorite grocery stores. He essentially said, "These are my limits; these are my boundaries." A great load was lifted off all our minds; he took responsibility for limiting himself.
And then, extraordinarily, he did the same thing again just this week. He got lost in his four-mile radius. He spent an hour looking for a store he usually drives to everyday. This was huge, and he knew it. After he made his way home, he told Mom what happened. Later that day, after doing some reflecting on his own, HE decided that he could no longer drive at all. Obviously this decision was coming. But his making the decision on his own was not only poignant but remarkable for such an independent man. When my Mom asked if this decision made him sad, he said, "Well, I have Alzheimer's and that's just the way it is."
Will he remember this decision? He remembered his first self-limitation. Maybe if he owns the decision, it will be easier for him to remember it. We'll see. We just marvel that in the midst of struggling to remember basic things, he can reason logically and make such difficult decisions for himself with such grace -- without complaint, without self-pity, without rage. He gave my mother a great gift in that: all of us, really. He also gave us a fresh glimpse into his character. Perhaps, without knowing it, he is showing us once again how deeply he loves us by living within the limits his body is imposing on him--and doing it with an unconscious dignity which is a witness to us all.
This is why we are blessed. Because my father is an extraordinary man. He is giving us new insights into his character that we will remember on his behalf. ...Thank you, Dad. You are still teaching me how to live well. I am so grateful for you.
Entering 2012. Peace.