Tears streamed down my face as I watched this year’s Christmas commercial from Chevy. While scrolling through social media, I saw the warnings to grab Kleenex, but I wasn’t expecting it to hit me like that—the commercial centers around an older woman with Alzheimer’s. The extended family is gathered for Christmas, and a granddaughter takes it upon herself to invest some time in jogging her memory. It works, and as the two drive around their hometown in an old Chevy, just about everyone watching feels the lump in their throats. She does remember, at least for that day, and it’s a beautiful Christmas gift to her family.
I remember my favorite person in the entire world losing her mind and memory to dementia. Looking back on that season without the adrenalin that got us through it is even harder. My dad built an addition to our home so she could hold on to as much independence as possible for as long as possible, but no one can stop time or God’s timing. Grams went to be with the Lord almost twenty years ago, but I can still hear her singing a mix of old crooners and church hymns and feel the wisdom she planted in me long ago still being watered and pruned in my…
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