Yesterday, I wrote about how many of those residents in Dad’s dementia units were once normal, healthy, vibrant people.

And now, they can’t even cut their own chicken. (My dad didn’t know what to do with the chicken leg on his plate. Another life skill lost, I realized.)

As I mentioned, each person on that floor has a story to tell but it’s now too late for them.

It’s not too late for you.

If you have a story to tell (and all of you do!)…be sure to write it down or tell someone. Preferably someone without Alzheimer’s. 🙂

If you have a relationship to mend, an apology to offer, an “I love you” unexpressed, a memoir unwritten, don’t wait.

It doesn’t have to be a bestseller. It just has to be your story.

To borrow a quote from Eugene Peterson:

“Everytime someone tells a story well, the gospel is served.”