Early in the month I decided that I would not write about anything to do with dementia for this post. Yuck! What a downer. So I got out the travel journals. I read a particularly funny episode to my Bert. He does not remember but it was good enough to elicit a response. With a look of wonder he said; “We did that?” and declared that it was ‘good’. I was still not inspired.
Then early this morning on my way to the kitchen to put the kettle on I glanced at the dancing coloured lights on the balcony roof and stopped as my spirit lifted. It was still dark out and the only light inside came from the Christmas tree and decorations. Part of our Christmas decorating is a laser light placed on the balcony so that it covers the ceiling and one wall with dancing lights in ever changing combinations that appear to be moving, twinkling stars.
“Bert, come here. Come look at the lights on the roof.” I pointed upward and my Bert laughed with delight. His eyes opened wide with wonder. As the shapes shifted, as clusters became individual little stars, as the green and blue, and red vied to outshine one another, Bert went right up close to the window and just laughed aloud again. “They are really pretty”, he said. I agreed and laughed along with him.
There was a knock. Our helper was here to get my Bert ready for the day. Reluctantly he turned and went to the bathroom. A memory inserted itself. I remembered how my Bert would be ecstatic at the dawn of the Winter Solstice. Every year he would rub his hands together and laughingly declare: “Hah, tomorrow we will have about two more minutes of daylight.” It was never the longest night but the shortest day. My Bert loves light and this holiday season. He greeted the march to longer daylight with the exuberance of a child.
My holiday wish to you along with health, happiness, joy, love is that you will encounter many small miracles. May sunshine light your path and happy moments be your constant companions throughout the coming year.
The Meander: Every night before bed my Bert laughs with the lights. He will do that tonight. Each time it is a new experience. That is good. This morning my Bert and I held hands and for just a brief moment in time we lived among stars. Worth repeating and we will.