I visited my elderly client who is under hospice care this morning. She was asleep in a wheelchair in the hall of the facility. I grabbed another wheelchair and sat in front of her.
She woke to my touch. “Hello, darling! How are you?”
Disoriented she looked at me and said that she was okay but didn’t like where she was at. She went on to complain until I smiled and asked her a few questions. She nodded then and agreed it wasn’t so bad. Her dementia has progressed significantly the last month as she is transitioning. She even said she was waiting for me but she has no clue who I am.
“Tell me something new, my love?” I asked.
“I was at a concert yesterday. The entire day. They played black people music.” Her blue eyes opened widely.
“What’s black people music?” I asked waiting for some logical…
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