Snapshots of Dementia: The Best Present of All
Andrew and Tom, Christmas Eve, 2023 From our wedding day forward, music has been an essential part of our family life. Tom wrote our wedding processional. We had a playlist for my labor with our children long before it was popular to have one. As a family, we’ve collectively memorized thousands of lyrics to children’s and adult musicals, often while riding together in the car. And although none of our children is a professional musician as their dad was, they all love music. The title for this post, in fact, comes from a song I remember them listening to many years ago (Donut Man, anyone?). We are celebrating double Christmases this year. The first took place on December 25 with my mother (pickup and return to and from Ohio courtesy of our two oldest daughters) and nearby family members. The second will take place next weekend, when all our children except our daughter and son-in-love from Texas will join us for another family celebration. We haven’t yet exchanged gifts with our children; that will happen during the second Christmas. Still, some gifts have already arrived. Even as late as last year, Tom would sometimes tell people he was a professional trumpet player. The truth is, he has barely touched his horn since May of 2016, when he injured his lip during a challenging concert of the Florida Worship Choir & Orchestra (Tom is one of two first trumpet players in the linked video of one song from this concert). I wrote here about how what I now know was emerging dementia kept him from a full recovery, effectively ending his trumpet career. Although he used to play simple songs for our grandson, he has not done that for more than a year, and he rarely touches his trumpet. This may not seem unusual, but his practice was so consistent for so long that my children and I can all sing the notes of his Stamps-Baxter warmup. While working as a pastor and worship pastor, he continued to perform and to teach trumpet, instructing hundreds of trumpet students over the years. He had only one failed student: our son. After several months of working together, he and Andrew agreed to part musical ways, and Andrew went on to other areas of interest. That was true until dementia happened to Tom and then the pandemic happened to the world. During that terrible season, God gave Andrew the idea to help reawaken his Dad’s interest in trumpet. He bought a horn and, via YouTube, restarted his trumpet instruction. As he improved, he started connecting with his Dad via Zoom, and they used that platform to practice simple duets. But Andrew’s efforts failed...
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