As you know, my Oldie, Haddy, moved to Colorado to live in a memory care facility close to her children. She moved last November with her husband of 67 years, Harry. But Harry died shortly after they got there. Most of us figured that if one went, the other would soon follow. Especially since they were joined at the hip. And especially since my dear, funny, smart friend Harry ruled the roost!
But Haddy is flourishing - well - as much as a person with severe memory issues can flourish. She's always been a snappy dresser. Several years ago I bought a St. John's suit at a designer seconds shop, thinking it would be a good thing to wear at Haddy's funeral - because she's known for wearing them to Starbucks, among other places.
But Haddy's flourishing. Maybe I'll wear the St. John's suit to my own funeral. That would be a hoot!
Apparently, Haddy's new home is giving her a new lease on life. Below is part of a note we received from her son. It tells us something we all need to know.
Everybody has a story - even if they can't remember it.
Tonight the (Memory Care) community and family members had a special Granny Awards Ceremony and my mother received the best dressed (no surprise). I was amazed at the backgrounds of all the other residents: dancers, public speakers, singers, one guy who was the disc jockey on American Band Stand, a famous jewelry maker, several artists, a one woman who just turned ninety nine, and a wonderful doctor.
I have seen all these people moving slowly and quietly over the last three months and had no idea. They all are very special people with incredible stories. The people who work at the (Memory Care Center) had everyone dress up and personally presented each award with a sound system, music, and red carpet.
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But Haddy is flourishing - well - as much as a person with severe memory issues can flourish. She's always been a snappy dresser. Several years ago I bought a St. John's suit at a designer seconds shop, thinking it would be a good thing to wear at Haddy's funeral - because she's known for wearing them to Starbucks, among other places.
But Haddy's flourishing. Maybe I'll wear the St. John's suit to my own funeral. That would be a hoot!
Apparently, Haddy's new home is giving her a new lease on life. Below is part of a note we received from her son. It tells us something we all need to know.
Everybody has a story - even if they can't remember it.
Tonight the (Memory Care) community and family members had a special Granny Awards Ceremony and my mother received the best dressed (no surprise). I was amazed at the backgrounds of all the other residents: dancers, public speakers, singers, one guy who was the disc jockey on American Band Stand, a famous jewelry maker, several artists, a one woman who just turned ninety nine, and a wonderful doctor.
I have seen all these people moving slowly and quietly over the last three months and had no idea. They all are very special people with incredible stories. The people who work at the (Memory Care Center) had everyone dress up and personally presented each award with a sound system, music, and red carpet.
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