Archive for August 25th, 2009

So we were having a great evening, visiting and enjoying. I was going to cut up a pair of his thread bare jeans for patches. Tossed them on the floor for Buddy to smell and check out. I said to Wayne that Buddy is smelling your jeans.

He misunderstood and thought I said “smelling Jean”.

“He couldn’t be smelling Jean. She went away, ran away seems to me. It was dark one night and she ran into a field and I never saw her again.”

I was stunned but asked if he remembers Jean. “Yes, she ran away. Something in my brain tells me she ran away.”

So I asked, “Who is looking after you?” He looked at me, “I don’t know. Should I know?”

Gently, I told him that I am Jean.

“Are you? Man it’s hard when your brain gets screwed up. So is it Alzheimer’s I have? Is that what is causing this?”

We talked for a long while, the conversation going no where.

It’s been coming but very difficult to hear him verbalize that he really doesn’t know me. The fog lifted for a bit when he asked about AD.

I asked Wayne if he’d like to comb Buddy tonight. “Does he like it?”

“Sure, he loves it.”

Poor Buddy, everything Dad does seems to be wired backwards including combing Buddy. After a few minutes of having his mane brushed “upwards” I suggested we go have a snack – Bud better thank me for rescuing him!