So when the YPAAC: Young Professionals Alzheimer's Association of Colorado asked for volunteers on their annual 'Spring Spruce Up' at one of the local care facilities, I was excited for the opportunity. (Not to mention, I've been involved with the Association in other areas for the past four years and have found it to be a rewarding experience.)
The day arrived, it was cold and cloudy but full of vibrant color in the 40+ pallets of flowers. Toward the end of the day, I was headed back outside after washing my hands when an elderly woman, with kind eyes, said to me "it's getting cold out there, do you want a cup of coffee?". I politely declined and thanked her for the offer. Somehow, that brief introduction led to a much deeper discussion. There was an immediate connection.
I don't remember the sequence but Mary began to tell me of her faith, her husband who had passed away, her 60 children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, and of her battle with depression. In the sharing of her stories, she got choked up on numerous occasions which led me to do the same. She spoke of the three friends that passed away that week and the acknowledgment that she knew she was on the same path. She also shared some of the loving memories of her family. After probably 20 minutes, I was feeling a bit guilty in not being outside helping with the flowers, so reluctantly let Mary know I needed to get going. She asked for my phone number and shared where she lives in hopes I would come back to visit her. She also asked how old I was and why someone as "pretty as..." isn't married. I left her with such feeling of love, connection and appreciation of the experience.
Had I not planted a single flower that day, my time was not only well spent but unforgettable.
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