“I miss my things that are at home; not that I need them. I miss it, for all I have now is their memories. It’s just a feeling; not that I need it.
I miss to see and talk to my neighbours, our small talks, because it was how we cared for each other. I miss my best friend Ida, as we cannot see each other so often.”
Today I visited my mother-in-law, where she recently moved to live in an institution for the elderly, who are not self-suficient anymore.
I was touched by her words and even more so by her emotions. I cannot imagine what it feels like to not be able to live in your own house. It might be distraughting to be aware of your memory slowly fading away, beyond your wish or control.
My own mother is going through the same motion. Your mother or father might be as well. We could add many stories and experiences here, because aging is natural, predictable and inherent to the human condition.
I treat it like that, as a fact that we need to accept and deal with. I don’t tell them when they forget things but just listen to their stories, countless times.
I focus on and celebrate their connection with us and the world, while is still there, and enjoy to listen to their stories, again and again.
There may come a time, or not, when they will not anymore be aware of their reality.
Why think about that?
How do you go through the same experiences?