In remembrance of me.....

I recently took on a Rehab Director job for one of the bigger rehab companies that provide therapy to long term care facilities in the US. Let me tell you, never a dull moment in my facility.... residents arguing over who moved the TV in the lobby, when it was there all along... who is Jerry? "He is not my son."... residents heading for the door saying "I have to go home.", when home for them has been the facility for so long....residents who go thru loads of laundry because they have changed for the nth time today, and it's only lunch time.... "bug-a, bug-a, bug-a bug-a ".... who said it was April 17,2009 when it is July 19, 1984..."Who the hell do you think you are?"... "Get out of my room, you a**h*** b^^^ from H***!!!" This is the nature of dementia. Everything that you know or remember and love(Ok, maybe not everything) is being taken away from you.... You loose control of everything that has made sense... now, all of a sudden, you are lucky to remember who you are or to even breathe or be able to swallow. Is this what I look forward to when I get older? I shared this with JA (in little people's terms), and she said, "That's ok Mommy, I will remember for you."
Splash!!! (cold water on mommy's face) My little girl is only about to turn 6 and already, she is full of wisdom.... because really, it is not important what I remember about myself.... it is what my loved ones remember about me... it is about the memories I made with them while I was able to... it is the fact that I made a difference in someone's life enough so that it is remembered. If you are reading this... will you remember for me too?