The Gift of Love

 I sat down with three beautiful ladies as they enjoyed their lunch. We began to chat about the delicious lunch and other mundane things. These lovely ladies looked just like any of the others there...you couldn't tell by casual observation that they were not like the others there. They were all dressed nicely with their hair fresh from the beauty shop. They commented on my jewelry and the outfit I was wearing. We talked about children and shared some laughter. But as I continued to visit with them, I began to notice little things. I saw confusion on Ava's face as she tried to decide which eating utensil to pick up. I noticed Jeannie repeated the same story and showed a quick flash of agitation with a caregiver. I also noticed how Becky didn't initiate any conversation but readily replied to a question. Someone else may not have noticed these things, but I saw the signs of dementia. These delightful ladies each different, but yet the same as they live with dementia. They want the same things as you and I. They want someone to care, to talk with, to listen and to love. They were so gracious to accept me in their group and share their time with me. So why do we find it so difficult to accept them just as they are? This is for Ava, Becky, Jeannie and all the others,,,thank you! Because of you I am a better person. I have learned patience and compassion. I have learned to open my heart and expect nothing in return. I love you all unconditionally just as you have loved me!