• reuben

    by  • July 17, 2007 • Uncategorized • 21 Comments

    My father-in-law is in the middle stages of Alzheimer’s disease. He and my mother-in-law left yesterday after an extended stay with us.

    Reuben

    Leah knew she was unloved

    until she held the boy,

    her firstborn,

    and she named him Reuben:

    “See, a son,” it means;

    a love carrier —

    “Because God has seen

    my misery.”


    The Reuben I know is a twin,

    next to last in family line

    a love carrier, too —

    the hardest working man,

    his blue eyes smiling

    like a sunrise.

    His labor, however, is not his legacy,

    but the brilliant light I saw
    in her eyes

    and so I asked to be family.
    He has loved me

    like a son,

    even when he didn’t understand

    why I was cooking

    or my earrings.

    His faith stands as tall

    as his shoulders;

    love as deep.


    He’s fading like an old photograph

    left in the sun too long

    I can still see him

    the spark in his eyes that once

    shone indelible now a dim

    blip from a beacon

    in an ocean of loneliness;

    we haven’t enough

    line to throw . . .


    Whatever happy endings are,

    they are not this.

    This is wrong.

    This is wrong. This is wrong.

    Being right about that

    changes nothing.

    When he sits and stares into air,

    looking for everything,

    my heart hurts.


    Reuben has lived a life of love.

    We, the Loved, are a living

    altar of humanity,

    called and collected to remember

    all he has forgotten,

    all he has given.

    I wish that felt like enough

    but it isn’t enough.

    It just isn’t.

    Peace,
    Milton

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    21 Responses to reuben

    1. July 17, 2007 at 7:48 pm

      My brother also has Alzheimers.
      “This is wrong. This is wrong. This is wrong. Being right about that changes nothing.”
      That’s so exactly how I feel. The waste, the unfairness, the reality.

    2. July 17, 2007 at 9:44 pm

      I lost my grandmother this way.

      I still cry about it.

      Like now.

    3. July 17, 2007 at 11:43 pm

      Alzheimer’s is a cruel disease for both patient and family. It robs people of so much. Beautiful post….as always.

    4. July 18, 2007 at 12:38 am

      yes, beautiful… I like your phrase, “we the loved are a living altar” thank you.

    5. July 18, 2007 at 2:29 am

      My father had Parkinsons. While he had his memories and his mind, he was completely aware as his body deteriorated with him inside. “This is wrong” says it all. So wrong.

      It’s on my list of “What was up with that?” for the big guy when I get there.

      P.S. I borrowed some of your links on Darfur and Hunger on a post I did tonight.

    6. July 18, 2007 at 2:29 am

      thank you for posting this.

    7. July 18, 2007 at 2:32 am

      The Dixie Chicks have a song about this, “Silent House,” on their new album, which I find quite poignant. One of them (I forget which) has a grandparent with this awful disease.

    8. July 18, 2007 at 3:36 am

    9. July 18, 2007 at 4:08 am

      Powerful. Simply powerful.

    10. July 18, 2007 at 3:53 pm

      Yes. This is how I felt as I watched my father fading away.
      (o)

    11. July 18, 2007 at 5:09 pm

      makes my heart ache…

    12. July 18, 2007 at 7:49 pm

      My grandma, too, has Alzheimers… so much of this post resonates exactly with how I feel when I go to visit her. Thank you for sharing. Love, allie

    13. July 19, 2007 at 3:51 pm

      “He’s fading like an old photograph
      left in the sun too long”

      Alzheimers does that. Very poignant and sad poem.

    14. July 20, 2007 at 12:26 am

      Great post!

    15. July 20, 2007 at 12:37 am

      Heartbreaking disease. You described it so well and questioned the process with power. Thank you!

    16. July 20, 2007 at 2:32 am

      A heartbreakingly beautiful poem. I’m so sorry this happened to Reuben – he sounds like a great guy. I wish he could comprehend this lovely poem you wrote about him.

    17. July 20, 2007 at 3:29 am

      A moving portrait. Thank you for sharing.

    18. July 23, 2007 at 4:16 pm

      Oh, this is lovely. There is so much love and desperation in it. My grandmother had an ending that was very much the same. This is the poem I wrote about it. (It’s very short, so I’ll post it)

      February

      My grandma never loved me more
      than the day she died.
      She was living in a requiem cloud and
      I wanted to pull her out.
      But she smiled and patted my hand and said
      “You remind me of my granddaughter.”

    19. July 26, 2007 at 4:05 pm

      powerful and deeply moving…

    20. December 9, 2009 at 3:10 am

      Thank you for this poem; I read much of it with my mother in mind. Through her long battle with dementia; I hung on to a smile, or a silent gaze filled with love, trust, wonder, resignation and/or regret. It was heart and gut wrenching. I miss her every day.

      Bless you.

    21. Mark
      December 9, 2009 at 5:34 am

      I was a teenage boy dating his daughter…Big, Strong, an Example he was…bought Rachel these huge Valentine’s cards…Had a most communicative way of saying “RACHEL?!” when confronting a Rachel tantrum…the eye twinkle, voice tone, facial expression…something gave the correct combo of rebuke, admonition and love;
      Had a grace, dignity in is stride; humble, but confident in who he was and who his God was….made for a confident humility spiritually speaking…
      And you knew if you ever hurt his daughter he could make you know a type of pain you could only imagine; a piercing pain of conscience in hurting a daughter so completely loved by her father…
      A dependable worker but not a workaholic…happy where he was…
      When I think of Reuben I feel a gentle breeze pass through me….thinking of him with Alzheimer’s is not possible for me…I refuse to do it…He would want me to think of him as him; I feel the breeze

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