As my husband Dan and I were putting some of our Christmas gifts away in bedroom drawers, we came across something that our grandson thought he had he lost. It was the baseball glove that our grandson was wearing when we were playing ball with him at a local park.
My memory is a bit fuzzy. When it was time to take our grandson back to his family in Chicago, we couldn’t find the baseball glove. We looked all over the house for it. No baseball glove.
We went back to the park to look for it. No glove. So we decided to buy him a new glove.
As Dan was looking for something in one of the drawers in a guest bedroom , lo and behold he found our grandson Ian’s original baseball glove that we thought was lost forever. We were amazed and smiled at each other shaking our heads. So we decided to send him his original baseball glove to him in Richmond, Virginia where his family was celebrating Christmas with his other grandparents. He will be surprised as we were when what was lost was found.
I have a little prayer that my father James Anthony taught me when I would lose things. It goes like this:
What ever is lost.
Let it be found.
And that’s my little gift to you, my readers. May our doctors find a cure or medications to keep those with Alzheimer’s disease going so we can find our gift of knowing what to say, what to do, and where to find things once again. 🙂
Happy New Year.
~Barbara Cheek Johnson is a journalist living with early-stage Alzheimer’s disease.~