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[Fandfs] An update from the Institute
Greetings!
Sarah here filling in for Honey. I am staying here for the week for a
little R&R before school starts, sending out resumes (do any of you
need a bright young tech-savvy research assistant?) and taking care of
my dear ol' Grandma.
Cynthia is doing well and seems to be regaining strength, or at the
very least acquiring a voracious appetite. A few days ago mum and I
went over and made her brunch. Upon completing a feast of steak, eggs
and potato with a side cup of split pea soup, we asked how she had
enjoyed the meal. "It was tasty," she said,"but now I think I'd like a
little chocolate." We couldn't believe it. I go over a few times a day
now to tempt her with gluten-free treats.
Every day brings new visitors and old friends to the Institute. Time
continues in stasis, the amber of the moment being the only thing that
seems real. With Cynthia's short term memory rapidly fading, we are
all learning how to "be in the moment," a lesson I dare say we all
need. With each new visitor the stories of days past come tumbling
out, along with the laughter that fills the living room.
Cynthia has been reading up a storm and we feel this a good sign.
Whole novels seem a bit daunting, however, and she seems to prefer to
keep a stack next to her at all times that she can dip into now and
again. She favors the young adult classics, Wind In The Willows,
Treasure Island, Robinson Crusoe, et al, which are very comforting and
familiar. When Gregson Davis was here the three of us read several
scenes from the Tempest aloud, which was lovely. We did the voices the
best we could, and only slightly stumbled over the Bards work. Gregson
gifted Cynthia with a copy of the sonnets, which she seems tickled
pink about.
It is strange to find myself for the first time in that role reversal
of caring for an elder who has cared for you. My grandmother
practically raised me, and adjusting to caring for the person you
spent the first 15 years of your life looking to for care-taking is
quite an experience. It feels lovely to be able to repay her, a least
in some small part, for all the meals she made, the stories she read
aloud, and the love & comfort she gave me as a child.
I'm struck again and again at how life cycles back at the end to such
a child-like state. Cynthia's clarity waxes and wanes, and some days
we discuss literature and geneology, while some days are hazy and
questions are repeatedly asked and answered. She seems confused more
often then not, but relieved when we once again explain to her that
yes, she can have that cookie on the tea-tray, or no, Molly hasn't
gone to town she's just down the hall.
In a an effort to relieve the boredom of being bedridden, we
introduced Cynthia to youtube. What witchcraft! What alchemy! Movies
on the laptop in the living room! The momentary entertainment was
enjoyable, but I think at this stage the computer is well beyond
confusing for her. We're going try movies on the projector, I think,
Planet Earth or something else simple and beautiful to watch on rainy
evenings.
Molly says we were all too hasty waving off visitors recently, but we
have all been feeling fairly overwhelmed since the holidays and were
trying once again to bar the door against the hordes. Of course, it is
the hordes that keep us all going in the end, and we are once again
inviting everyone with open arms who want to come and visit the
matriarch. (We do ask that visitors try and be as self-sufficient and
communicative about their plans as possible, as we have our hands full
these days and not always our wits about us.) Call before you come by,
and you plan to stay make plans in advance with us.
Lastly, do keep letters and photos and stories and thoughts coming our
way, as Cynthia relishes the news of the outside world and loves
hearing from all her near and dear.
Much Love,
Sarah
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