While I was caregiving, I spent too much time focusing on Alzheimer’s and what it had taken away instead of valuing what it had left behind. Even when she couldn’t remember what the preacher said for five minutes Mom still had a sweet, clear soprano voice, and she loved to participate in the praise and worship portion of the church service. Dad could no longer balance his checkbook or remember what day it was, but he could still crack a corny joke, often at his own expense, that made everyone groan and laugh at the same time. And when they were no longer sure of how long they had been together or how they came to be where they were, they still smiled, kissed, held hands, and expressed a love that had survived every effort of dementia to steal away those sweet memories.
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