I just came back from visiting Uncle Jonny. It was a good day for him.
He was making eye-contact, stringing words together, sometimes he
would even respond to people when they spoke to him. And when Sean
played the piano, sometimes if we were really lucky, for a second he
would start to sing too. It was these moments during the weekend that
were the most exciting and the most saddening. One time, when I was
feeding him dinner he said, "Sammi?" My heart started beating so fast
and I said "Yes Uncle Jonny?" He simply said, "how you doing best
buddy?" And then the moment ended, but it was this moment that made me
so happy yet so sad. He remembered me. No matter where he is mentally
right now, somehow even for just a moment, I was with him. As
wonderful as this made me feel, it's these brief moments of Uncle
Jonny shining through his sickness that are so hard. It's when you
realize that he's still there. He's still the most amazing person that
we all know and love, just wrapped in a layer of Alzheimer's. No
matter how much he starts or continues to slip away, somehow he'll
always be with us and we'll always be with him, and this is the
happiest and saddest truth of my uncle.
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