“I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don’t want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I’d like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can’t be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free”Shawshank Redemption Great Quotes
As mom enters her first full week of solitary confinement brought on by our modern arch-enemy, the COVID-19 virus, I have been reminiscing about mom’s early days in the memory unit. There was one day in particular that I remember getting there after work and finding mom in the wrong room undressing, or dressing…who knows? Her anxiety was a solid 9.9 out of 5 on the scale. I had a hard time getting her to make eye contact with me and it was equally hard bringing her back to the yard (the piano room) with me. I begged, pleaded and bargained for an easy resolution. Then she followed me to the piano room.
Then it happened.
Once mom sat at the piano, I tell you this…she played “something so beautiful, it can’t be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it.” A crowd of Sweet 17 damsels in distress gathered around, some with walkers and others in chairs, and a couple by foot…and they sang. They sang like never before. Some sang the words, some gibberish, but all sang from their heart, with all they had. They smiled, and praised the Lord…and dementia was suddenly in the rearview mirror for a few sweet minutes!
“I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last (wo)man in
Shawshank the unit felt free”.
Then it was over. They all went their separate ways, some to wander up and down the halls, others to stare out the louvered window at the nothings, and a few to bed to dream of songbirds of years gone by. This act was repeated many times, but I seldom videoed if there was a chance of getting one of the others in the film…to protect their privacy.
Most videos I have you could hear the others better than this one, but this one is much more special to me.
This disease is savage. It is a life sentence to death row of solitary confinement for many, many men and women. Some 5+ million in the US alone. While I care deeply about the CaronaVirus…I really do!…the toll from dementia is prolonged, maddening, and tragic. Oh, for some time hearing mom in her happy place, playing the piano and singing again. Somehow we have to bust mom out of this place and #EndALZ once and for all!
Update: So far all is OK. I am going to find a way, even if only at the window, to see mom soon. She can’t think we have deserted her.
Diet Update: Good week. The WW office is in flux because of the virus, but I will weigh in anyway tonight.