Faith – Grandma – Christmas – Our Dementia Story. Her name was Alice Jane Rowland Boudiette. She died when I was seven years and three days old but I remember her presence as if she were here with me now. Because she is here with me now. We gaze at the tree Jonathan and I decorated for Christmas this year and she takes my hand.
With Grandma I was Never Afraid. I remember how it felt to be with her. With Grandma I simply relaxed. Every instinct I possessed told me there was no reason to do otherwise. The angels in The Nativity Story reassure the shepherds. “Fear not.” Grandma reassured me back then. She reassures me now. She touches my hair and tells me not to be afraid.
Grandma’s Hair was Gray and Long. Mine is gray and short. She braided hers and wrapped it around her head like a halo. She wore rimless glasses for reading and needlework. A housedress every day but Sunday and an apron and service weight stockings and laced-up shoes with chunky heels. She smelled like bath powder and wore no jewelry I can recall. Not even a wristwatch.
Grandma Taught Me to Live a Good Life. By example more than with words. She radiated faith and lived her faith by doing service for others. She knitted mittens and scarves and hats for the needy children of the neighborhood. She cared for the sick with homemade poultices and medicaments. I have some of those recipes still and I treasure them. As I treasure Faith – Grandma – Christmas – Our Dementia Story.
Grandma Served the Church. She prepared the coffee hour which was held after Sunday service in the reception hall. A grand place with lots of dark mahogany wood and leaded glass windows and the smell left behind by decades of wax and polishing. My memories are of Grandma in the church kitchen humming hymns to chords from the pipe organ above.
Grandma Believed Deeply in God. She passed that belief on to me. By the example of her good and giving life. By the kindness of her heart. By teaching me to pray. We prayed together beside her tall bed mounded in white linen edged with the tatting she had worked herself. “Now I lay me down to sleep.” I strung out the “God blesses” to keep kneeling next to her longer.
Grandma Brought Me to Faith. I have never needed it more than I do this Christmas. Jonathan hung the ornaments on the tree. I arranged The Holy Family in their humble shed. Grandma was with us. Faith – Grandma – Christmas – Our Dementia Story.
LESSON LEARNED – Keep Faith Whatever May Occur. Have a Blessed Faithful Season.
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What a lovely tale – full of love and the blessings of family. I only met my grandparents once – I was a toddler, so I have only a fleeting image of old people who were strangers to me. My parents lived nowhere near their two families and after that visit, I never saw my paternal grandparents again. My mom and dad grew up next door to each other, with parents who were best friends. My maternal grandmother lived a long life, and I had a chance to meet her while I was in the Navy. She had flown out to visit my mother, and I flew up there and spent the day. She was so proud of her “military girl” 🙂 and that meant the world to me. I have always wished I had that kind of extended family.