He hardly speaks. Today, during my usual morning visit on the second floor, I saw him coming towards me. Would he like me to join him, I wondered? Peter looked at me intently, with an almost smile, and I took it as a yes. Walking by his side, I made sure to match my pace exactly to his. A walking meditation, and a communion without words. Just as we turned around, there was Katerina, another resident. She was crying, and speaking in her own language. I stopped to comfort her with words I thought she might hear, and a hug.
"Thank you." Peter surprised me with his words, and the confirmation that the heart and the capacity for compassion are still very much alive in those whose memory is being challenged.
There is so much more than meets the eyes in the reality of the person with forgetfulness (otherwise known as dementia).