What I am Remembering From the One Who is Forgetting

Sometimes you can just spend a couple of hours with someone, but it can change the way you see the rest of your life.

A couple of weekends ago, on a trip back to California, I visited my eighty-something year old aunt who is now living in a home for those with memory loss.

She has dementia, and the truth is, in just this last year alone, her ability to hold a conversation has diminished so much.

I’m glad that I get to see her whenever I’m in town, but each time, I feel like when I look in her eyes, it’s getting harder and harder to see that person she used to be.

Like everyone else, before dementia set in, she was vibrant and so full of life. She was a beautiful, confident woman. She always kept the most immaculate home and never hesitated to have us over and feed us delicious meals.

She is still such a beautiful woman. Her small studio apartment is immaculate still, filled with only a bed, a dresser, a chair, and a small desk. There’s a picture of my uncle with his smiling eyes on her dresser and a framed family crest made with golden origami cranes on the wall. She has lined a few cards and letters from family and friends along her window sill. It’s warm, quiet, and elegant in its simplicity, with all that she needs, but there is nothing more.

That day, we went to lunch at a Korean restaurant nearby. She ordered seafood soon dubu, and I watched her slowly savor all of it … every bit of this delicious bubbling tofu soup full of her favorites, fresh shrimp and clams, over a steaming bed of rice.

Then we went for a slow walk around her living quarters. Afterwards she showed me her studio apartment as if I had never seen it before.

She pulled out her schedule for the week. There would be stretching class, walks, Tai Chi, and bingo. Then she showed me the bistro area in the commons, and offered some tea and one of the rock-hard sugar free cookies that sat on a plate on the counter.

We said goodbye, and I drove away, feeling respect for her, for what she is facing and how she is facing it with grace. But it was sad to think she wouldn’t remember this day at all.

I can’t begin to imagine what she is going through, slowly losing her independence, a sense of herself.

Dementia, Alzheimer’s, and the like – it’s all so cruel.

I settled myself on the plane home the next day, and I kept thinking about her life and what it’s teaching me.

Because her life, and the millions of other lives affected by memory loss, is screaming something to all of us.

Her world is one of quiet and order now. But I know it wasn’t always this way.

Seasons change. And this season I’m in will pass, too.  The laundry won’t always be piled so high, the dishes won’t always be overflowing, my kids’ socks won’t always be on the floor … two inches shy from the hamper. My girl won’t always be begging me to play doll house with her when I am bone tired. My kitchen counters won’t always be sticky. My home won’t always be tornado-stricken, echoing with bursts of my kids’ disagreements on certain days… or the sound of my name being called a thousand times within an hour… or the precious sound of their laughter. Though I pray my husband and I will grow old and gray together, I sadly realize, I may not always have his hand to hold … or mine for him. Life keeps moving, changing and nothing stays.

And while this kind of makes me want to ball up and sob, this is exactly the hard thing I need to remember, especially when life begins to feel like a daily grind.

I can think of so many ways I tend to waste my day. I can tell you a list of things I worry about that no one will care about in ten years. My concerns are real. Time does tick. Things have to get done. But I am saddened by how many gorgeous sunsets I have whizzed by trying to get somewhere. I’m ashamed that I can still find myself complaining when I have been blessed with so much beyond what I deserve.

wheat sunset

One day, I know, I will wish all my sweet chaos back again.

Maybe this is true for you.

Our days are passing, slipping through our hands. And honestly I think, this is part of life’s beautiful urgency.

So let’s take this day and savor it, however imperfect, ordinary and messy.

Because each day has unique gifts in it that we don’t get back again.

God, help us all who can still remember, to never forget this.














9 thoughts on “What I am Remembering From the One Who is Forgetting

  1. Dear Kim,
    I am so glad that you are writing again. I enjoy hearing your stories and your thoughts, especially now that you are even further away in distance but not in our hearts. We think of your family even more now and miss our gatherings when we visited you in Southern California. I know that as time passes and the children grew up we will cherish whatever time we have with each other.

  2. Thank you, Kim.
    This was a bittersweet reminder of the need to appreciate every moment of this life and learn to thank God for His daily mercies.

    1. Heather, it’s great to hear from you. I really do appreciate your heart. I can see through your writings that you are such a honest soul. Thanks for always sharing what convicts you and using your gifts to bring Him glory. And yes, here’s to learning to appreciate every moment of this crazy life of motherhood and wifehood … and cultivating a spirit of gratitude in all circumstances!

  3. Your words touched me today. There was a time in my life that I felt overwhelmed at all the work that seemed to be staring me in the face. Now my kids are grown and I miss the mess. Now I cherish those memories and cherish every single moment with my grandchildren, my now grown kids and my husband. The work will always be there but those precious moments will not be. We have to take each and every moment and take the time to savor it in that moment and thank God for each and every one of them. Great post today!

    1. Aw Terri, your very words “I miss the mess” stays with me. My oldest is already 12, and I am starting to become more mindful of how the years are passing us by. I love that you are cherishing this stage of your life with your family. I really think it brings God joy to see us thankful.

  4. Kim, such truth and inspiration here. Thank you. God has been working on my heart in this area so much, especially over the last year. There are days I feel overwhelmed or there are simply things about my life I wish I could change at times, but when I get too focused on how I’d like to fast forward or ease the tension, I miss the gifts in these here and now moments–even in the messy moments, there are gifts to be received. I’m forever learning these lessons and am so grateful for the way God gently whispers to us through experiences like the one with your aunt. Thanks for sharing!

    1. Hannah, it is great to hear from you! I don’t think I could have said it better. “I miss the gifts in these here and now moments – even messy moments, there are gifts to be received.” That speaks directly to my heart, really. As women, I think we often are bombarded with how we think we should be, look, feel … and all these things can easily crush our spirit. And yet, God IS whispering blessings to us… showing us in small, quiet ways how He lavishes grace upon our lives even in the imperfection and messes. Blessings, Hannah!

  5. Kim,
    God first, relationships next and stuff last!
    Miss your family but so glad we’re all part of God’s family

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