Joy

In my post Advice, I said that I found joy during our journey with Burt’s dementia. It sounds Pollyanna-ish, so let me expound.

Caring for someone you love is a gift of grace.

The gift is reciprocal, so when Burt was aware enough to thank me, that thanks was my gift.

When he wasn’t aware, I had the echo of his appreciation; and I had the privilege and pleasure that doing for your beloved gives you.

Being needed is empowering. As is being of use. Double that when you are supporting someone you love.

The responsibility of care, no question, is stressful.

It also has many rewards. For me, Burt’s strength and love were my reward. He was often kind, and funny.

His hearty laughter and interest in others gave me pleasure. Joy, to stick to the headline.