Bubsie's mind became acutely aware of the fact that her hands were ringless. This was disturbing to a beautiful woman who had always had some kind of diamond on her hand throughout her adult life. Even the years of my mom's divorce from my father, she always had a pretty ring to wear. And she has beautiful hands with long pretty fingers. Pianist's hands. She still plays for the ladies at her house now and then. I couldn't bear it...it became my mission to get her a ring! I was tired yesterday, but after my errands were run, I showed up at her place with a very pretty ring sized for her left hand. The boat didn't float! It was too big in design and bumped too hard against her surrounding fingers! This would never do...she had delicate, fine skin, the ring would bruise and tear it. I smelled shopping in the air and tired as we both were...we were off!
This is a picture of where I wanted to be, but ring shopping was the order of the day! Soon we were in the spirit of it all. It was almost Christmas and this was to be her present from me. We joked about how it didn't need to have it be a surprise for every time she looked at her had she'd be surprised anew! Then we laughed heartily. We love to laugh at memory jokes!
On to the store to return the first ring and perhaps find her another for they had beautiful and unique rings. It was snowing. The terrain in the parking lot was going to be a challenge! It was! But the time I got my Bubsie, out of the car, across the parking lot and up to the store, she wasn't ready to sit down in a store without chair. I leaned us both against a cart. (Busbie is taller than I and I get tired too!) I asked for help. The manager came over and I asked him for a wheelchair. He didn't have one so I inquired if the mall did. He called, they did and he went to get it himself! Such a nice man and we meet them wherever we go! Once we had the wheel chair we proceeded to jewelry and began our 3 hour ring shopping expedition. At least I think it took that long to try on every one they had, buy a couple and return them! Finally, another employee stopped buy, snatched a ring off a display behind us -- handed it to mom to try on -- and Bubsie had her ring. It was so beautiful! Vintage, sterling with a black onyx stone. It looked exquisite on her hand. I don't thing she'll ever forget it, because she'll never stop looking at it. Merry Christmas Bubsie! Merry Christmas to you all!
True accounts of the adventures my mom and I have when we leave the quiet castle of her residential home for ladies with dementia and embrace the outside world she loves and can still navigate with help from as many people as we can enlist along the way.
About The Adventures of Bubsie and Lib
This blog will tell the adventures of my mom and I was we navigate the rocky waters of memory loss. Especially when we spring her from her confinement in a residential home for ladies with dementia and move her out into the world she loves. For as long as we both shall love and have the strength!
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We need a photo of the ring! I want to take my mom ring shopping after reading this.
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