Yesterday, January 19, 1998, I visited Aunt Alice at the nursing home. These visits are painful at times, seeing Alice in the state she is in. But sometimes, something happens that takes away the pain, even if for only a moment. Such was the situation yesterday.
Let me go back in time to 1987 and 1988 to set the stage for this story. In June of 1987, my Mom, Jennie, had been diagnosed with brain cancer. Due to the tumor, Mom’s memory came and went. Sometimes we were not sure if she recognized us, and then other times she could remember things from long ago with clarity. The brain is an amazing organ, and when something invades it, as in Mom’s case, it sometimes had unusual effects. For example, after Mom had been diagnosed with the tumor, and just days before her operation to try to remove as much of it as possible, we took her from the hospital and brought her to our home for a 4th of July party. The whole family was there. There was some question as to whether or not she would survive the operation.
Mom spent most of her time sitting on the couch in our greatroom talking to everyone and watching the activities around her. She was not in any pain that we were aware of, but she was sort of out of it, coming and going, not always aware of the conversation going on around her. Bruce and Michelle had sat down at the piano at different times and played a little, as was normal when we had gatherings. Mom, who had been an accomplished musician in her youth, playing the piano, sax and drums, among other instruments, had not touched a musical instrument for decades. Her reason, especially in regard the piano, which I had tried to get her to play numerous times to no avail over the years, was that the arthritis in her hands would not allow it. We never pushed it. At any rate, here we were all together. I happened to be in the loft area overlooking the greatroom, video camera in hand, recording Michelle playing with Bill and Lew on the carpet. As I was recording them, Michelle motioned to me and said, “Mark, you need to see this…” pointing down into the room. I swung the camera down toward Mom, who had gotten up from the couch and had walked over to the piano. No one was around at that moment, and if not for Michelle catching it out of the corner of her eye, it was a moment that would have been lost. As I watched Mom through the viewfinder, she stood at the piano and leaned over the keyboard and started to play the piano. It was not long, nor was it loud. In fact, it was over in an instant, and she wandered back over to the couch and sat down. In my entire 40 years of life up to that moment, I had never seen my Mom play the piano, and I never did again. But I was blessed with that little gift, undoubtedly prodded by the cancer in her brain. Count your blessings. You never know when you will receive them.
Some months later, after her operation, and after her doctor had informed us that Mom only had a short time to live – six months, maybe a year – the ultimate outcome of her illness was not in doubt. She was dying. It was just a matter of when. It was spring of 1988, and the nursing home where she was now staying had sent her to St. Joseph’s Hospital for treatment and observation of various maladies she was experiencing as she went through her decline.
This one particular day, I was visiting Mom in the hospital. As I said earlier, sometimes I was not sure she knew who I was. Generally, I would mention my name in our conversations, just to remind her and make sure she knew who she was talking to. She sometimes called me Bruce or Bill. As we visited with each other, Alice came through the door to see Mom. I turned to Mom and said, “Mom, look who’s here to visit with you. Do you know who this is?” She did not hesitate, glancing at me with the old sparkle in her eye, and said, “Sit on it, Mark!” She then turned her attention to Alice and said, “Hi, Alice.” I was blown away. It was Mom! She was really there. She had it all together at that moment, and she let me know, in no uncertain terms, that I should not be condescending or talk to her like she was an invalid or a child. Of course she knew who Alice was. She used the term “sit on it,” a term made popular by the popular TV sitcom “Happy Days,” to put me in my place. I must tell you that I have never been more happy in my entire life to be reprimanded by my mother. I had a great laugh right there in the hospital room, Mom and Alice joining in. It was wonderful.
That brings me back to yesterday, January 19, 1998, to the purpose of this story, or at least to what prompted me to sit down and write this remembrance. There I was, sitting there visiting with Alice, basically carrying on a one sided conversation. She seemed to be near the verge of going to sleep as her eyes fluttered open and shut as I talked to her. When I had walked in, she did not acknowledge me with a “Hello, Mark” as she normally did, which let me know that she recognized me. So there was some doubt in my mind as to whether or not she actually knew who I was. She had, at times in the past, mistaken me for Bruce, Rob Flournoy or even her brother and my Dad, Bill. So, I picked up the Christmas card we had sent her with the picture of Michelle, Bill, Lew and I, and said “Isn’t that a great looking family?” She did not respond, looking at me and the picture with a gaze I interpreted as one of non-recognition. I leaned toward her and softly asked her, “Alice, do you know who I am?”
She looked at me sideways, her head tilted, one eye more closed than the other, and clearly said, “Yeah, you’re Rudy Vallee,” (a singer and entertainer from the 20’s and 30’s) and broke into a grin – the first grin I had seen her make since she had her stroke over a year ago. I immediately burst out in great, joyful laughter, and her grin, lopsided as it was, grew larger and larger. I laughed with abandon and happiness, because I knew she was making a joke, putting me in my place, just as my Mom had done, years before. I can’t tell you how beautiful that twisted smile on her face was. When I was finally able to control my laughter, I asked her if she knew why I was laughing so hard, and she replied, “Sit on it, Mark!” Yeah, something wonderful happened yesterday. God is great!
The two pictures below are of my Mom, July 4, 1987, the day before her operation and when she played the piano. The photo of Alice was from Christmas.
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