My Aunt Carole and I have always been close. A few years ago, she started losing her memory. For the past year, she’s been in a dementia facility. A couple weeks ago, she was placed in hospice, and I’ve been making a point to stop out and visit more regularly.
To be blunt, it’s been a depressing experience for me. She hasn’t remembered who I am for a long time now. But I remember her, and so I feel like it’s important to be there. I bring Fig Newtons—her old favorite—and see if it will jog her memory. But it never does. I try to explain that I’m her brother John’s daughter. She usually just shakes her head. And I leave feeling disheartened after about 10 minutes.
But on Thursday, when I went to visit, she started talking before I could even get a word in. She was almost giddy. She told me that she had just gotten married to the most amazing man. She told me about his job and their plans to spend their lives together. And rather than stop her and explain that she has never been married, I just went along with it. And she lit up like a candle. She proceeded to giggle and talk for more than an hour about a man that only exists in her head. I left her room feeling so happy that I cried.
Reader, I learned a lesson that I needed this week: it’s better to be kind than to be right. All this time, I’ve been trying to get my aunt to remember ME, and when she would say something untrue, I would correct her. And she would of course shut down. But this time, I left my ego behind and joined her in her sheer joy. What an amazing experience for us both.
I hope this story brings you as much joy to read as it brought me to experience. Wishing you a week of kindness in this week ahead. I’ll see you next Monday. -Em
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