Monday, July 30, 2018

Dreaming of Home


I had a dream about Mona last night. I dreamed the nursing home called me and said they'd done some more tests and were able to determine that Mona wasn't getting enough sleep. So, they'd been working with her the past few nights and she was sleeping so much better that in another two or three days she'd be completely healed and could come home. That's how the dream ended.

It's not the first time I've had a dream like that. Several months ago I dreamed I was sitting in a chair in our front room when Mona walked in, again, completely healed. I was so happy I ran over to her and fell to my knees in front of her. I put my arms around her waist and placed the side of my face against her stomach. I was sobbing and I kept saying, "Mona, you're home. You're well. I can't believe it. Mona, you're home, you're home."

In the dream my first thought was to tell my daughters; I had to call them all immediately. But I thought they'd never believe it was true so I decided I'd get my phone and Face Time with them. I'd hold up my phone and show them, prove to them their mom was healed. I got up from my knees and ran to the table to get my phone but when I turned around Mona had a peculiar look on her face. Then she got very dizzy and lost consciousness and collapsed into a chair. The dream ended and I woke up.

There is some truth to these dreams. The concept of home plays a major role in both. In the first dream she actually is at home. In last night's dream she'll be home in two or three days.

I take great comfort in that. In knowing she'll be home soon. I'm not sure when soon is but I know where her home is. She told me more than five years ago that she was tired of fighting this, that she wanted to go home. I told her we used to live in Missouri but now our home is in Wyoming. "That's not what I mean," she said. "I want to go home with Jesus."

One of my favorite hymns is "Great Is Thy Faithfulness"

Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth,
Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide;
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
Blessings all mine with ten thousand beside

Great is Thy faithfulness! Great is Thy faithfulness!
Morning by morning new mercies I see;
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me.

In my dreams, Mona may be home only briefly. Jesus is calling her to a home that's eternal.

Thursday, July 26, 2018

Power in Gratitude


I was driving home last month after attending one of the Wyoming Dementia Care support groups I attend and I wasn't feeling well. It wasn't anything physical; I just didn't like what I'd done that day when it was "my turn" to participate. There's never any pressure at these groups. Those of us who attend, who care for loved ones with various types of dementia, can discuss whatever we like and the others in the group are always supportive. (Those who want to attend and just observe are also welcomed openly.) But this time was different. This time I took all my frustration, fatigue, anger and sorrow and -- as if they were in a big plastic garbage sack -- dumped them all out on the table in front of everyone.

And that's okay. That's what these support groups are for. We caregivers speak a language few others can understand and these times together allow us to vent and let it all out without being judged. But that's not what was bothering me as I drove home that day. I decided that for me personally it was a time to begin a change in the way I think about caring for my wife Mona, who was diagnosed eleven years ago with early onset Alzheimer's and is now in the final stages of the illness. (She's been a resident of Life Care Center in Casper for the past three years.)

I decided it was time for me to begin counting the things I was grateful for. I'm grateful we have a wonderful marriage. I'm grateful that she's safe and she's receiving excellent care from the Life Care Center staff, who love her dearly. I'm grateful she's only a few miles from where I live and that I can see her whenever I want. I'm grateful she's not in any pain and she's never fearful. By the time I'd driven home that day there were at least a dozen things I was grateful for and I look to add to that list every day.

Funny thing, I've found there's power in gratitude. It's easy to feel powerless while caring for someone with dementia. There have been months -- years, even -- when I felt my life was in free fall, that I had no control over any part of it. Gratitude allows me to define how I look at her illness and how it affects my everyday life. Gratitude highlights and gives strength to all our good memories together and it allows me to look at my future with hope. Gratitude gives me a measure of control, of power. And that's a good thing.

It wasn't always this way for me. If you're caring for someone with dementia and your life is still in that free fall stage, that's okay. During the last several years I've learned that this is never easy -- but it does get better.

No matter where you are on your caregiver journey I hope you'll visit us at one of our Wyoming Dementia Care support groups. You'll meet some amazing people and you'll discover there are ways to regain a measure of power. For me, that began with gratitude.

(This article was written for the Summer, 2018 Wyoming Dementia Care newsletter. For information contact wyodementia@casperseniorcenter.com)

Mother and Child Reunion

My daughter Ruth Pingel is heading home with her family tomorrow. She had one more visit with her mom today. I got this pic of the two of them while Mona was napping. ❤️ 
 

Our friend Dorothea Shipman said she looks at this photo and can imagine Mona watching over Ruth when she was a baby. Here it is.


(originally posted on Facebook on 7/24/18)

The Bowls Are Too Small

Did y’all realize today is National Vanilla Ice Cream Day? Reminds me of the time a few weeks before Mona went into Life Care Center when she went to get herself a dish of vanilla ice cream and then called to me from the kitchen to complain that all our bowls were too small. That didn’t sound right to me so I walked into the kitchen to investigate and found this...


I love that woman so much. 

#NationalVanillaIceCreamDay

(originally posted on Facebook on 7/23/18)

Finally, Unexpectedly Blossoming

Mona loved flowers and house plants. Our home in Missouri was filled with them. There were beautiful hanging vines in the kitchen and in each bathroom. She loved putting flower baskets on the back deck outside our dining room. She grew roses in our backyard. There must have been at least 50 small plants indoors at all times - in the front room, in the bedrooms, on small tables in the hallway. The only ones I could ever identify were her African Violets. Those were her favorites. 

When we moved to Wyoming six years ago she brought 15-20 small plants with her in our car. They filled the floor of the back seat. A dozen or so remained when she moved to the nursing home three years ago and while I’ve tried my best to take care of them only two are still alive. One is an African Violet she got in October of 2014. I’ve kept it watered and I remove the dead leaves but it’s never produced any flowers. 

Until this morning. 

About an hour ago I filled Mona’s small watering can and went to give it a drink when I saw the small bud among the leaves. I gasped and I stood there for a moment, overwhelmed. 


Emotionally messed up. 

Something Mona loved so much was finally, unexpectedly blossoming.

(originally posted on Facebook 7/21/18)

International Kissing Day

Happy International Kissing Day!

Then and now. 


(originally posted on Facebook 7/6/18)

"More..."

While I was with Mona during lunch today I thought at one point I could tell she was leaning forward in her chair toward me - and sometimes that means she wants a kiss - so I got up from my chair and bent over and kissed her. Then I pulled away but she leaned toward me and said, "More."

So I kissed her about a dozen times more and she returned every one of them. 
Then she took a quick nap before lunch arrived.

When I left her I did what I always do. I leaned over close to her ear, told her I was going and that I'd see her soon.

Then I told her I loved her and I kissed her. As I started to stand up she again said, "More." So I bent down and kissed her many times more - and she returned every one.

(originally posted on Facebook on 6/22/18

Dinner For Two

I just found this. From a Valentine’s Day dinner at church, probably 1990-ish. They invited the husbands to sing a love song to their wives - with the best one receiving a gift certificate dinner for two. 

Mona and I really enjoyed that gift certificate.



(originally posted on Facebook 5/30/18)

Saturday, May 5, 2018

A Guide For The Married Man


There was an old movie from the 1960s by that title. It starred Walter Matthau and Robert Morse and it was a story of two neighbors, one of whom (Matthau) was a conscientious family man, happily married, and the other (Morse) who played fast and loose with his marriage vows and had developed a seemingly fail-proof system for, well, cheating. The plot centered around Morse trying to show Matthau the ropes when it came to stepping out. It was a comedy - sort of a whimsical, light hearted look at the world of adultery.

That's not what this post is about. Great title. Not such a great movie plot.

Mona and I have been married 43 years and I've been asked many times how we do it. Forty years? With the same person? Still happy? How do you do it? Many of us have been to church-sponsored marriage conferences and don't get me wrong, there's some good stuff there. But most of the marriage conferences we've attended dealt with concepts and generalities. They were good, but "...how do you do it?" What are the nuts and bolts of a marriage, the daily stuff couples do that keep a marriage strong?

That's what this post is about. It's obviously written from the husband's point of view because I think husbands need the most guidance in this area and because, yeah, I'm a husband and it's my blog. This isn't meant to be an exhaustive list but it's a list of things I've learned over the past 43 years and the items here have helped keep our marriage strong. 

This is my list -- your mileage may vary.

Here we go:


1) Never Make Fun of Her in Public

I cringe whenever I'm with couples who belittle each other in the company of others. It's a sure sign the relationship is in trouble and I've never been wrong. Couples who love each other don't put each other down. It's that simple. You don't make fun of her cooking or her hair or her fear of spiders. Don't do it. Ever. It's degrading and destructive and it's humiliating. (And gals, you never make fun of his job or his clothing choices or his gastrointestinal issues.) In fact, if you want to be a hero, the next time you're going to be in public with her, go prepared with at least one complimentary thing about her you can share with others. Does she run a business? Is she going back to school? Did she come up with a great new way to keep your rambunctious toddler in line? Whatever. Compliment her in front of others. Always.

Making fun of her in public is never funny or cute or "just teasing." It's a power play. It's an act of aggression. And it's death to a relationship.

Speaking of never making fun...


2) Never Make Fun of Her Family

She can make fun of her family. You can't. It's that simple. You can agree with her. You can sympathize with her and listen to her vent. But you're not allowed to make fun of her family. Gals, the same goes for his family. (I'm fortunate in this regard because Mona's family has always treated me well. They're terrific.)

Making fun of each other usually (probably eventually) leads to arguments and frankly...


3) It's Pointless to Argue

Guys, do you really want to argue with your teammate? Most of us have played team sports at some time in our lives; how many games would we have won if we were always arguing with our teammate? Mona and I have had our share of disagreements and early in our marriage we even had a few fights. But when I look back at those fights I honestly can't remember what they were about -- and what does that say?

Guys, she's your teammate, not your competition.

And this next one, wow. This may be the most common source of arguments in a marriage, and really...


4) It's Especially Pointless to Argue About Money

When most couples stand at the altar and say their wedding vows they truly believe it's until death parts them. For many couples that's 50-60-70 years. If you told newlyweds that they'd be together 60 years -- but 15 of those years would see them in financial hardship, most would think that to be a pretty good deal. 45 years doing well? Only 25% of the marriage years find them tight financially? Sign me up. The problem is, for most married couples it's the first 15 years together that are the tough ones. If you've been together 15 years and they've all been tight financially that's 100% of your married life. It's easy to get distracted.

The thing to remember is, financial troubles are temporary and they're pointless to argue about. "Temporary" may be longer than you'd like, but they're still temporary.

There will, however, be times you argue. It's almost inevitable. But guys, when you do argue with your wife there's something you can do to diffuse things...


5) Be the First to Say You're Sorry

I know. I don't know what she did or said to you that you think caused the argument in the first place. I get that. But I don't think God has some giant scoreboard where He's keeping track of all the times you were right and all the times she was right, just so He can someday give a special prize to the one with the most points. But I do think it's possible that one day He'll ask us to account for what we did to keep peace in our marriage. As long as the disagreement is over a situation and the comments don't get personal, does it really matter how the argument started? Does it really matter who's right? Do you want to be right or do you want to keep the peace?

(And ladies, when he DOES say he's sorry, the appropriate response is, "I'm sorry too." If you counter his apology with "It's about time you came to your senses. I can't believe you ______. You are so _______ and the next time, if you ______." If you respond to him that way, the argument really was your fault.)

Here's a tip, guys. There are ways to avoid many arguments before they start...


6) The Little Things are Big Things

You should know when your anniversary is. You should know her birthday. You should know the birthdays of your kids. Don't say you can't remember. You know when the Super Bowl is, you know when deer season is. You should know these dates as well.

Do you know her dress size? Her shoe size? Her ring size? Do you know her favorite color? Her favorite flower? Her favorite food? Her favorite dessert? Her favorite restaurant? Her favorite movie? These aren't hard to remember, guys. You should know them. If you don't know them, find out.

Hold hands with her in public. Smile at her when you're sitting across from her in a restaurant. One of my all-time favorite things to do was to sit across from Mona in a restaurant, just to look at her and her smile and realize how much I loved her. It didn't matter if the meal was going to cost us $200 or if we were at Burger King, I absolutely loved sitting across from her at a restaurant. Of all the things I miss about being with her I think I miss that the most.

Hold her hand. Cherish the time you have together.

(By the way, gals, do you know his favorite food? His favorite movie? Favorite sports team? Favorite player? Favorite car? If you want him to know your "favorites" it's only fair that you should know his.)

See? These little things are part of the big picture and that means...


7) Look For Ways to Be Nice to Her and Make Her Life Easier

One of the things that drives me nuts is to see a young couple, frequently outside church, where the guy is walking 15 feet ahead of her and is empty handed. Meanwhile she's got the diaper bag over one shoulder, a baby in one arm and her purse in the other, a toddler holding on to her skirt, and she's trying to keep their 5 year-old from running out in front of cars in the parking lot.

Dude, gimme your Man Card. Right now. Hand it over. Oh that's right. You haven't earned it yet.

Seriously, change the messy diaper. You can gut a fish. You can field dress a deer. You can change a messy diaper. You'll be all right.

Oh, and the vacuum cleaner has an on-off switch. It's usually located near the bottom of the unit, frequently red in color. You're welcome.

She'll love you for all these. And speaking of love...


8) Tell Her Daily How Much You Love Her

I always set a goal of saying "I love you" to each of my kids at least three times every day. I never wanted them to doubt my love. For Mona it was at least double that. Hanging up the phone with her, leaving for work in the morning, fixing dinner together, watching her put on her makeup before a night out, in bed at night before turning out the lights. All are great times to tell her you love her. 

Those tough times that come to every marriage are easier when your love for each other is strong. And when the tough times do arrive on the scene, remember...


9) Ice Cream Makes Everything Better

This is one my dad told me many years ago. There's something about the two of you getting out of the house, alone, that helps put things in perspective. Maybe your basement flooded or your roof leaked or the anticipated promotion didn't come through. Get away. Just the two of you. Leave the house and go get ice cream at a place where you can sit down across from each other. And -- this is critically important -- splurge. Get the banana split. Get the large hot fudge sundae with extra hot fudge. And ladies, none of this I'll-just-have-a-small-dish-of-lemon-ice nonsense. That won't cut it.

Get away from it all for a few moments. Look across the table at each other. Eat ice cream. It works.

Ice cream makes things fun. And after all...


10) Marriage is Supposed to Be Fun

One of the things Mona and I frequently discussed and always tried to show our kids was how fun it was to spend life with someone you loved. No marriage is perfect and every marriage has its issues but we're not powerless in how it plays out. Marriage is an investment and you truly will reap what you sew. We never tried to hide our affection for each other from our kids and I imagine they all have stories of walking in on us in various stages of (usually socially acceptable) affection. That's the way it should be.

Most of what I've written here is for husbands from a husband's point of view. Like I said at the beginning, your mileage may vary. But I want to close with a paraphrase of something I read from the late Zig Ziglar, a motivational speaker and best-selling author. He said, "You can have everything in life you want, if you just help enough other people get what they want."

That's how it is for husbands. We can have everything we want in our marriages if we just make sure our wives get everything they want.