|Posted by shawn cassidy on October 2, 2013 at 5:15 AM|
These are the stories that shape our lives.I think all of us want to execute Bob Cousy's "game plan" in our lives. Romanticism is dying away. This is a story that rejuvenates my faith. While I was reading this article it felt like I was walking in the park while holding the hand of the one I love. It felt safe, and real to the touch.This article is the reason why I do this everyday.
This read will remain in my thoughts for days to come.When you bid farewell with a gentle hug to the one you love, I suggest think of this story.Tired. Drained. Lonely. We all want that far away as possible in our lives. Hollow. Broken. Shattered. All painful, and not a place where we would like to lay our hats. This story will open your eyes.It will want you expecting the same, and it's a story that allows you to know more about a Celtic legend.
Decades later, when Missie slowly succumbed to the ravages of dementia, her husband ensured that the woman he called "my bride" was always by his side, even as her mind wandered where he couldn't follow.
The game plan, as he called it, rarely varied. Each morning, he'd awaken first and set things on the kitchen table — her pills, the newspaper, a fiber bar, a banana. Then he'd return to the bedroom and rouse his wife. Often, she balked at leaving the warmth of the covers, so he'd gently coax her. Always, he was gentle.
Once she was up, he'd lead her to the kitchen to read the newspaper. It took two or three hours to get through the pages, because she'd underline each sentence in every story with a black pen. After a while he found comfort in reading between the lines, because it was something they shared.
"She was leading a happy life," he said. "It was part of the game plan."
"Our marriage was somewhat contrary to tradition," he said. "Most couples have the most intensity in the beginning. But I was always working. So we had the best and most romantic part of our marriage at the end. We literally held hands for the last 20 years."
Missie's cognitive decline was gradual and began a dozen years ago, Cousy said. She would ask him the same question, over and over. She hallucinated, grew disoriented and struggled with balance. But she always knew her husband, and she bristled at any suggestion that she suffered from dementia.
So Cousy worked hard to create the perception that his once-independent wife was vital and healthy. Because she believed she could still drive, he shipped her station wagon to their place in Florida each winter so she could see it in the driveway. Artificial red flowers were planted in her garden. He did all the household chores and let her think she performed them herself.
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