Memory triggers are a powerful phenomenon, often taking us back in time to places and events that were filled with joy or marked by deep sadness.

Making coffee, using the old Farberware percolator, I am reminded of the first days when I really knew something was seriously wrong with my mother. She had always loved her cup of morning coffee, usually accompanied by a Little Debbie donut stick. When she stopped making her own coffee and drove to the local 7-11 or McDonald’s, I figured she liked the social aspect of going out for her coffee. And she did. But there were other reasons for this change of habit.

Through a series of visits, during a snowy time when she couldn’t drive, I came to see that she could not follow the steps to make coffee. She forgot where to put the coffee and the water, how much, and which buttons to press. Hoping to solve the problem, I bought a series of simpler coffee makers for her. We tried a little version of the Faberware percolator, a mini Mr. Coffee, and finally one of the single serving Keurig coffeemakers. I wrote the instructions out in simple language using Post-It notes and called to talk her through the process. We practiced, making pot after pot of coffee.

And then she just stopped drinking coffee all together. She said she didn’t like it anymore, but when a friend or family member stopped by for a visit, they always brought her a cup. And she was happy with the treat.

I can’t look at my own coffee pot without remembering how much Mom has lost. But in just a short while I will roll into Carriage Hill Health Center and walk into Memory Lane where coffee is served to her piping hot each morning.

Day 356

Day 356

I recently read an excellent book on the subject of Alzheimer’s disease, Before I Forget by B. Smith and Dan Gasby. This book tops my list of must-reads on the subject. I highly recommend this book as a resource for anyone facing this struggle.