- Time of past OR future Camino
- 2017
Long story short....
A friend of almost 50 years AND a pilgrim like the rest of us (though not a Forum member) called me the other night to request that I help him settle into hospice care in a few days time.
What else can you say but "Sure, it would be an honor and a privilege."
I humbly request the spiritual assistance of whatever type the community here can offer. He, his family, and I could use the support. I thank you in advance for your help!
Yeah...this is a pretty "heavy" post and potentially exploitative of emotions. No "pity party" is required, I assure you! I am just looking to harness some of the very positive energy so often evident here.
I will try to negate the "heaviness" of the post with a couple humorous points from our Caminos together.
1) My friend got the calling to walk the Camino a few years after being diagnosed with an early dementia. His lovely bride was at wits end as to how to satisfy the call. Knowing that I had already been, she called for suggestions. "Well, heck, I'll take him!"
A few months later on the Camino, I come out from laundry duties (Santo Domingo) to find him talking to a table of folks about his dementia and the attendant challenges and why he has a sidekick. (Yeah, I groaned.)
But you know how that 'pilgrim telegraph' works, right? Two nights later, a very nice young lady tells me over a menu that she is sorry for my diagnosis and what a great friend I have. Color me confused for a moment... "Oh", I say, "he is the one with dementia...I am just 'on the spectrum' as they say as well as a committed introvert."
"Huh", says she, "he just seems so normal compared to you!" (Ouch!)
2) Villefranca del Bierzo at the Hotel Mendez (no albergue beds available) - we go down to dinner in their nice resto. A couple of Italian ladies we had met earlier asked if they could join us. "Sure!"
At this time, my friend had been married for 32 years and I for 36. While settling into dessert, one of the ladies asked how we chose our wedding rings. My friend relates how he and his bride got theirs and then I relate my story. Confusion appears on their faces - "Uh, hold on...we heard you were a gay couple from 'un-named country!'"
Even with dementia, my buddy doesn't miss a beat - - "Why did you think we were from THAT country?" - - and we all broke up. (Maybe you had to be there. )
So, yeah, there's stress and sorrow...but I am pretty sure the regrets are rather small. Many of you, like me, have already been down this road a number of times. I am just looking for an extra bump of energy for any of the participants when reserves have been exhausted.
Again, my thanks for whatever you can offer.
B
A friend of almost 50 years AND a pilgrim like the rest of us (though not a Forum member) called me the other night to request that I help him settle into hospice care in a few days time.
What else can you say but "Sure, it would be an honor and a privilege."
I humbly request the spiritual assistance of whatever type the community here can offer. He, his family, and I could use the support. I thank you in advance for your help!
Yeah...this is a pretty "heavy" post and potentially exploitative of emotions. No "pity party" is required, I assure you! I am just looking to harness some of the very positive energy so often evident here.
I will try to negate the "heaviness" of the post with a couple humorous points from our Caminos together.
1) My friend got the calling to walk the Camino a few years after being diagnosed with an early dementia. His lovely bride was at wits end as to how to satisfy the call. Knowing that I had already been, she called for suggestions. "Well, heck, I'll take him!"
A few months later on the Camino, I come out from laundry duties (Santo Domingo) to find him talking to a table of folks about his dementia and the attendant challenges and why he has a sidekick. (Yeah, I groaned.)
But you know how that 'pilgrim telegraph' works, right? Two nights later, a very nice young lady tells me over a menu that she is sorry for my diagnosis and what a great friend I have. Color me confused for a moment... "Oh", I say, "he is the one with dementia...I am just 'on the spectrum' as they say as well as a committed introvert."
"Huh", says she, "he just seems so normal compared to you!" (Ouch!)
2) Villefranca del Bierzo at the Hotel Mendez (no albergue beds available) - we go down to dinner in their nice resto. A couple of Italian ladies we had met earlier asked if they could join us. "Sure!"
At this time, my friend had been married for 32 years and I for 36. While settling into dessert, one of the ladies asked how we chose our wedding rings. My friend relates how he and his bride got theirs and then I relate my story. Confusion appears on their faces - "Uh, hold on...we heard you were a gay couple from 'un-named country!'"
Even with dementia, my buddy doesn't miss a beat - - "Why did you think we were from THAT country?" - - and we all broke up. (Maybe you had to be there. )
So, yeah, there's stress and sorrow...but I am pretty sure the regrets are rather small. Many of you, like me, have already been down this road a number of times. I am just looking for an extra bump of energy for any of the participants when reserves have been exhausted.
Again, my thanks for whatever you can offer.
B