Deep breath. The phrase "I will remember for you" came to me when I was thinking about my grandfather, to whom I am very close. I began to think of all the precious memories I have with him throughout my life, from childhood to this very week.
My grandfather has vascular dementia and sadly it seems like every week he forgets more things. How to make coffee, how to get dressed, how to play cards... but I will never forget.
This poem mostly describes a real event, I was on the bus on my way to college and when I looked out of the window at a bus stop, there they were. My grandparents. At 7 in the morning. Sat, holding hands, smiling and waving, waiting for a bus. It was so bizarre to see them out of the context I knew them in, they so rarely left their house especially without myself or my mum to take them. The image of them holding hands and waving to me will stick strong in my heart for a long time.
So its okay if you forget, if you call me the wrong name or ask me where my husband is. I will smile and make you a cup of coffee and start the same conversation twenty times so that you don't realise you are doing it and get anxious. I won't mind.
I recently read one of those pictures that floats around facebook, its not a meme just like a long saying that people pass around but I cant find it, it went something like..
I was there when you were learning to walk, hold my hand when I get unsteady as I did yours.
It goes on with lots of different examples about caring for elderly relatives and how they cared for us when we were children so to try to be patient with them. This resonated deeply with me. My grandfather is like a father figure in my life, and he taught me a lot and supported me through a lot. It is no burden to make him smile a couple of times a week now.
New word! I love it when a new word happens!
Osmoticly: with the characteristics of osmosis.