“Grace” is one of my favorite residents at Mom’s care home. Her dementia is advanced. She doesn’t say a lot, but generally conveys that “It’s good.” She likes the home. She actually thinks it is hers. Grace gets cross sometimes. And scared sometimes. And many times, she just makes us laugh. Her humor is special. It is unintentional and arises out of just who she is. We love her.
Grace sleeps quite a bit in her recliner during the day. Frequently when she wakes, it is with a start and an exclamation of some kind as she reorients to where she is. Sometimes, it is clear she has been dreaming and is a bit frightened.
A few days ago, we had a small scare. Dave likes to remain at the dining table after lunch for a while and listen and sing along to the music. Sometimes he nods off a bit but will eventually get up and go down the hall to his room for a nap. This particular day he must have been positioning himself to get up by turning sideways in the chair and then nodded off before making the effort of rising. The next thing we knew, he had fallen backwards onto the floor.
Staff checked him out, got him up in his chair, and bandaged a scrape. Dave was sent to his room. Apparently, you are never too old to be sent to your room.
A while later, Grace startled out of her sleep with a “What happened?”
“Well, we’ve just been listening to the music, Grace. And Dave fell out of his chair.” I responded.
“Okay,” said Grace.
I imagine I could have said that the place caught on fire, and we had all evacuated the premises while leaving her behind, and she would have responded the same. She is “okay.” Except when she gets cold, and then she is quite cross. However, if you want someone who can roll with the punches of life, that’s Grace.