My wife was clutching and intermittently folding and refolding a piece of paper during my visit today. I didn't pay it any mind until she unfolded it and started to read some words out loud. It was a page from one of my weekly letters to her, in fact the one from her 80th birthday 2 weeks ago. I had always considered that at best the care staff would read the letters to her and perhaps comment on the photos included in each one. It seems that she might sometimes read them herself, although whether she takes any of it in is moot. It gave us something else to talk about than the number of buttons on the keypad for the lift or when she might be seeing her gran.
Once I could have shared these apt words of a favourite song with her too:
"I read your letter again today
Out loud and to myself
It gave me back my sanity
i didn't feel so alone"
Once I could have shared these apt words of a favourite song with her too:
"I read your letter again today
Out loud and to myself
It gave me back my sanity
i didn't feel so alone"