This is my grandson, Gage and my Aunt Joyce.
Aunt Joyce is in a memory care facility. She has Alzheimer's.
It is my privilege to visit her when I'm in that state ... and she has wonderful family who visit with her every day. Aunt Joyce was always our super-crazy-fun-adventurous-aunt. It seemed she had a different color hair every time we'd visit (back in the day when you didn't do that) She made me laugh. And WOW could she sing! When I was a kid she seemed like a secret-agent-spy.
This was Gage's first visit to see Aunt Joyce and her neighbors in the facility. Here's what I loved about that visit:
Aunt Joyce's eyes always light up for a split second when I show up. But when I brought Gage, she was more lucid for a longer time. She remembered Gage's name, she smiled. A lot. She was sad when we left. Gage conversed with Aunt Joyce and the others. (He's 1 1/2) They talked jibberish, he talked jibberish and they all enjoyed it. It seemed there was not a moment of anyone being uncomfortable when Gage was visiting. It didn't matter that their words didin't make sense, their souls communed. I want to be more like Gage.
I love you Aunt Joyce.