This past week our granddaughter from Tom has been with us from. It has been a great week with her. She has been an especially good companion for Kate. Throughout the week Kate has been impressed (as she has in the past) with Heather’s keen observance of things around her. She notices many things that we miss. I can’t help thinking, however, that this has been especially noticeable for Kate as her own memory declines. Two quick examples. Kate and I were looking for a picture I had taken of a Crowned Crane in Africa. It wasn’t long before Heather showed her the framed picture hanging on her wall in her office. Similarly, Kate had received a photo taken of Ken and her when they were young children. Kate commented that she already a copy of that picture but couldn’t recall what she had done with it. Not too much later, Heather showed her the picture that was displayed in our family room.
On a similar note, I was struck by a couple of things that Kate could not remember as she and Heather were preparing a special Father’s Day and birthday dinner for Dad and me. First, Kate asked me where we keep our placemats. Although we don’t eat at home much, we do get the placemats out often enough that I was surprised that she didn’t remember where they are kept. She also asked me where the spatulas are kept. A little less surprising is that she also asked where the blender was kept. This is less surprising in that I am the one most likely to use it. I use it regularly to blend soups for Dad.
We both thanked Heather for being with us and how helpful she had been. Heather commented on Kate’s forgetting things. I believe, however, that she doesn’t suspect the actual situation. She simply thinks of Kate as having a bad memory. This may be the story we see played out with the rest of the family.
