There are things that I wish that I would have understood better when my parents were suffering with dementia. Above all, I wish I could have understood that even though their personalities had changed and their memories seemed to be gone, the father and mother that I had once known were still there, though unable to communicate.
I am beginning to understand how important it is to talk to such people and demonstrate our love in other ways, even though we see no sign of understanding and response. And in some way that is unfathomable to us, God is still able to communicate with people with dementia.
Yesterday I attended a volunteer appreciation tea, put on by one of the hospitals in Saskatoon, for those who are involved in the Sunday morning chapel services. The conversation got around to how important it is to older people to hear the familiar…
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