My Dad had an awful weekend. We do not know exactly what happened to him, but he either,A. Had a series of small strokes, or
B. His Lewy Bodies Dementia has taken a downward turn.
Either way, he was unable to walk, speak, or recognize his surroundings. Two trips to the ER later, he was back home with my Mom, who is just trying to help him anyway that she can (in the middle of the largest snow storm in six years). Both my siblings went to the house to help, along with neighbors and friends.
Since then, my dad has taken a remarkable turn for the better, with almost all symptoms of the weekend's episodes vanished. Feeling lucky.
But through it all, something fairly remarkable has happened though. In the midst of all of my dad's dementia, drastic memory loss, and confusion - he has consistently remembered that he always wears a rainbow bracelet (Demon Deacon colors, of course) that Noah made for him last summer. When he changes clothes, he always makes sure he has it on. He even told his Doctor at his last visit that "my grandson made this for me." Though it is a little thing, his memory is almost non- existent - so for us this simple memory is something that we can hold on to for now. It gives us hope, which is undefeated.
So, yeah the rainbow bracelet is the small miracle that gives us hope through crap weeks, like the one he has just lived through. And you know what, we will take what we can get. Because, at the end of the day, there is little we can do to stop his disease. But this is something that can help through the day. So Noah is making him two new ones for us to mail. And we will celebrate this small victory.
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