In the advanced stages of Alzheimer’s it’s not unusual for those suffering to still remember things such as their parents names, or familiar songs. My aunt tells me that when she took my Grandpa out to listen to the music being sung in the “commons” area of the nursing home while he was in the later stages of the disease. They were singing Amazing Grace – and when my aunt looked at Grandpa he was crying.


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This post reminds me of the times that I heard Grandpa pray.
He had long forgotten my name. He had forgotten how to write his own name. He even came to me for protection from the “other woman” running around the house (Gramma). But every once in a while, I’d be walking through the hallway and glance in the living room. There I would see Gramma and Grandpa kneeling at the footstool, their hands folded inside each others. If I was really quiet, I heard their hushed voices praying. I remember being unable to take my eyes off the sight.
When we were able to get the five of us together for a family meal at the dinning room table. Grandpa still gave the blessing. He didn’t forget who is was living for. He still set the example for the family.