Family members who remember very little from the past, sometimes find that memories are stirred at Christmastime as they celebrate family traditions. They are often the very ones who started the traditions we celebrate today. Even though they appear to have no memories or connections to the past, we don’t know what may be stirring in their minds as they listen to Christmas music, hear the sounds of laughter as children open gifts, and get a taste of those holiday recipes.
We had to face reality. Finally, we realized we could no longer pretend this wasn’t happening; the situation at home would never improve – the decline continued. We had to have help for the sake of safety if nothing else.
Our first plea for help went to Home Health Care, and they were lifesavers to us. They made regular visits to the house, made sure medications were in order, checked vitals, gave baths, and most importantly, became friends to Mom and Dad. Their visits brought laughter and good conversation about growing up on a farm and working in the oilfield. Their goal, they explained, was to bridge the gap between home and the next level of care. I wanted to believe that this level, Home Health Care, was all we needed; surely it would be sufficient for the duration.