Kate and I celebrated our sixty-first anniversary this past Friday. We celebrated twice this year. The first was the previous Sunday when I arranged for a van to take us to the restaurant at which we had eaten almost every Sunday for almost ten years before the pandemic closed the restaurants. We took a van because getting Kate in and out of a car is too difficult. A “wheelchair-accessible van” enables us to roll her in and out of the van while she is in her wheelchair.
I continue to eat there for lunch every Sunday,
but I chose to take Kate in the afternoon when the restaurant is much quieter. We
had a great meal, and the staff was unusually attentive. This was the first
time they had seen Kate since the Fall of 2020 before we both had Covid. Since
that time Kate has been wheelchair-bound.
I can’t predict how Kate will respond in
situations like this. As always, I hoped that she would be cheerful. That
didn’t work out. We had a bumpy ride to the restaurant. That frightened her,
and she also slipped down in her wheelchair which made her a bit uncomfortable.
Her best moment occurred when one of the servers dropped by to say hello. She
had a big smile, and Kate responded with one just as big. That was a great
start, but that was the last sign of cheerfulness we saw while we were at the
restaurant; nevertheless, we enjoyed our meal. I was glad we had made the
effort to be there.
Our second celebration occurred on Friday, the day of our anniversary. We didn’t get off to a good start. Kate awoke with a scream at 3:30 am. Whatever bothered her was over quickly, but she was awake until about 6:30. She was in a talkative mood, so I decided to skip exercise that day. I felt the conversation with her was an anniversary gift. We talked a long time before she fell asleep, and I got up.
Several times during the morning, she had
several other episodes of whatever disturbed her earlier that morning. She wasn’t
in a good mood when the caregiver arrived; however, her mood changed while we
were getting her up. She smiled and even spoke a little while we were dressing
her.
When I returned from lunch, she was glad to
see me. She was smiling and talkative. We talked for almost an hour. She was
doing so well that I suggested that the caregiver and I take Kate out for her
ice cream earlier than usual. That gave us a little extra time to enjoy the
beautiful day outside before going to dinner.
We finished our day with filet mignon in the
dining room and a nice evening at home a great way to celebrate our
anniversary.
