I wrote a blog a couple weeks ago about how proud I am to be part of the Queer community, and I cannot state how much I still feel that way. Tonight was Queer Cab, an open mic night for any queer youth, at Buddies in Bad Times. What I love about Queer Cab is the fact that it’s a…
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When I was a kid I was often told to never put a rotten apple in a basket of good apples because the good apples would rot. I always told my teachers that wasn’t true, because the good apples may have an impact on the rotten apples and make them good again. Obviously, we are talking…
The man who hasn’t forgotten it all.
I haven’t been very close to my family growing up, but now that I’m older we tend to gather the whole family at least once a month. Today was a lunch that changed a lot of my perspective on the world. My uncle as most of my friends know has Alzheimer’s. Last year we lost him after he was released from the hospital and he spent hours on the street trying to find home, but he obviously couldn’t find it because he didn’t remember how to get home. We’ve been having a lot of issues with finding out how to deal with the disease, especially because my family chooses to ignore situations instead of learn how to make them better. Over the year my uncle has gotten progressively worse and can’t remember things you tell him within 5 minutes. You can ask him to grab the garbage can from outside, and half way through his venture to grab it he will forget why he is outside and come back inside to ask why you left him outside. This has left my aunt very depressed and overly stressed. I don’t blame her, to see your loved one lose all of his memory must suck, especially because you never know what he still remembers. Both my grandparents lost their lives to Alzheimer’s, which makes me sad to have another family member become a victim of this specific disease.
Today my uncle did his continuous cute routine, but today he took a special interest in me. He sat next to me at lunch today and started drawing for me. He then went on to teach me how to draw. My uncle has always loved art, he’s the man who taught me how to design cakes actually. To be honest, I had forgotten that it was him who taught me how to pipe. The coolest thing about him showing me how he drew was the fact that he started telling me stories of his childhood when he was at school. He told me about how all the kids wanted to learn from him, but not only learn from him, they used to ask him to draw for them. He’d start telling me how his teachers were always happy with his art, and would always get him to draw trees. So, he drew me a tree. Along the way he taught me how trees grow, and how they develop rings, and how fruits grow. He told me how dead fruits would fall and would fertilize the soil, then he went on to explain that roots balance the trees and if the trees don’t grow down they would fall over. When he was done explaining everything he would look at me and laugh and smile. He’d repeat this explanation over and over, but each time he’d dig into a different memory of his past. He’d tell me about a different friend he had, or a different teacher. I couldn’t help but smile and listen, especially because I thought he forgot so much about his past. I actually wonder if he remembers these memories strictly because they have to do with art. My uncle is obviously artistically inclined, being a cake technician for most of his life and obviously being able to draw with crayons from Montanas, so maybe when he draws he remembers things from his past that are connected.
Either way, it was just so interesting that he remembered all of this today and when you ask him questions about his past normally he doesn’t know how to answer. He won’t even tell you what he did yesterday. Anyone else have any instances like this before?