Meditation Times with Elma

<p>AN ODYSSEY THROUGH THE TROUBLED SEAS OF DEMENTIA</p><p>- A LOVE STORY</p><p>It had gone to episodes of sudden confusion and rage</p><p>triggered by nothing I could ever identify. Then paranoia</p><p>people upstairs in our home to be taken care of somehow.</p><p>I told her: We're in a new season. We've never been old</p><p>before. We've got to learn to trust God in this time too.</p><p>The discharging nurse's last greeting was: It'll get worse . . .</p><p>Keith she said: Don't be afraid. It's going to be all right.</p><p>She was unbelievable-reassuring me.</p><p>By then she had lost almost all of her abilities-even to hold a</p><p>fork or to scratch her own nose.</p><p>She initiated her own blink signals: one for yes two for</p><p>kisses three for I love you. Dance?-o yes we still danced.</p><p>Jitter-bug moves-seated. If you were watching probably</p><p>pretty comic. .</p><p>It's this period three years of the Last Season that began to</p><p>hold a sweetness for us.</p>