As Saturday, December 19 drew closer, I found myself feeling more and more excited to see my father, even through the window. I decided that we needed to bring our smallest Christmas tree to add to the festivities. My head brimmed with the possibilities of how to be creative despite the distance. Additionally, we brought gifts: a new water bottle and our Christmas card.
As we entered Waterford’s parking lot, I scanned the outside. What window would be used?
After receiving instructions from the greeter, we waited outside. Amanda, a nurse, came to chat. “He didn’t eat anything today, ” she shared. My mind went back to my mother who also quit eating at times. I tried to encourage Amanda. “How are you holding up?” Her simple answer of “okay” spoke volumes. How can these people continually watch the sadness every day?
As I peered through the window, I saw people I remembered when volunteering. I observed their changes and remembered the SAIDO sessions.
Finally, the nurse wheeled Dad up to the window. The interaction started with a series of charades as I pointed to the Christmas tree, took my mask off so he recognized me, and then used the phone to communicate. Unfortunately, he seemed confused and ended up falling asleep. After a mere 10 minutes, we packed up to head on our way.
While driving home, we ended up Facetiming which seemed to yield better results until the end. Using the Emojis always makes him laugh, but as the conversation continued, his tears dominated the conversation. ” I am so lonely, ” he cried. How can I answer? God is our refuge, I texted him. The piercing cries reminded me of the desperation felt by him and so many others who cannot interact with loved ones. How much longer? When will it end?
A Journey Worth Remembering 