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My grandfather celebrated his 87th birthday this past weekend and what a milestone indeed. Today, I wanted to share my gramps latest moment of insisting he was moving furniture down the street. He was a little confused, mad and then realized he was dreaming. Every morning he has coffee with my dad and as he walks through the kitchen he says the same thing, “it’s a great day when I wake up kid.” He is right. We tend to take things for granted in our younger years and I am guilty of that as we speak. Many times when he says something, I am trying to do 15 things at once and I don’t always listen to him. I mean, I listen but I don’t really stop and think about it. Does that make sense? He is happy he woke up and I am stressing about stupid stuff like the laundry.
He told me that he had a horrible night and he thought all of his furniture was moved down the street and he couldn’t figure out why or how he was going to get it back to our house. He said he woke up and his cat was with him in a strange house but he recognized all the furniture. He said he thought to himself, “wow, I am in big trouble!” I know what he was thinking, my gram is flip out! He apparently was up walking around talking to his cat asking the cat how all the furniture got moved down the street. I couldn’t help but laugh because I can totally see him doing that. I told him he just had a mixed up dream. Do you ever do that? Wake up from a dream that you can’t shake for hours? It’s happened to me before and it seems so real. He said my grandmother yelled at him and told him to get back in bed, there was no furniture that needed to be moved. Oh to be a fly on the wall as this is all happening. -ha.
I told him the fact that he remembered the dream and he remembered my gram yelling at him was good.-ha. If he had not remembered, well that would have been worse in my opinion. He was so mad and aggravated with himself because he said he is doing things that just don’t seem right. He admitted he was getting old. He doesn’t ever admit that when he does things out of the ordinary. If anything, he denies them and acts like we are all crazy. While these stories are a reflection of him getting older, I like that we are documenting them on our blog. It’s kind of a journal of growing old and I am sure looking back on these memories will be nice someday for me and the rest of our family. I started a dementia diaries series page a couple months ago if you want to read more family stories about aging.