Glen Campbell: I’ll Be Me

I was privileged to view a documentary film about Glen Campbell, "I'll Be Me", and about his life since receiving the diagnosis of Alzheimer’s which he and his family announced in June 2011.

Before the viewing, James Keach described how his son persuaded him to film a documentary similar to the film on Aids.  “What Magic Johnson has done for AIDS, Glen Campbell will do for Alzheimer’s Disease,” he stated to an audience predominantly comprised of caregivers. He praised the Campbell family who were willing to openly discuss the progression of Glen’s disease and the impact on their family.

The film was followed by an intermission which I needed to recover from what I had heard and seen. The filming showed a family standing by their man and allowing him to act out what he was experiencing: a continuous stream of good humor, frustration at being unable to identify what he wanted, repeating a song during the show when he had just sung it. His wife, Kim, was not passive but good naturedly waited and patiently responded to him. Even in frustration, they found ways to celebrate their life.

I recognized many of the common behaviors of Alzheimer’s but also that Mr. Campbell acted as a unique person. The camera faced him squarely as he watched home movies of his previous wives and children. His face registered wonder that the children playing with a woman were his and a previous wife.

After the intermission, James Keach, Glen’s 4^th wife Kim, and their musician son and daughter, Shannon and Ashley, responded to audience questions. They reflected so much joy in memories of the fully-present Glen and the fading man. They graciously shared their best memory in the film which showed both the artistic skills of their Dad the musician, and their interaction with him off stage. The film shows Glen poking in his mouth with a pen knife because he perceives something wrong but can’t identify it. Ashley remembers him walking out of the hotel room and forgetting his frustration, giving her a hug and telling her he loves her.

Glen and his family were willing to stare down stigma so we can focus on finding a cure for Alzheimer’s. Glen was 79 today. Kim, Shannon and Ashley kept him at home near Nashville as long as possible. When he became difficult to handle and demonstrated a need for medical care 24-7, they moved him to a small memory care home. They visit daily. Glen has lost his ability to sing the lyrics but not his pleasure in singing out.

Please watch this documentary film and pass it on to everyone you know.

http://glencampbellmovie.com

 

The official website for the Glen Campbell movie, I'll Be Me. This film follows Glen and the Campbell Family Band on their “Goodbye Tour” across America.

AGING SYSTEMS

 

 

                                

Mount Washington at 6,260 feet is part of the Olympic Mountains formed millions of years ago by moving underwater plates. Unlike the Cascade Mountain Range dividing our state east from west, there was no volcanic action involved in forming the Olympics. Under the Pacific Ocean slabs of rock were pushed and tumbled forming gigantic masses pushing their way up from the ocean floor. A couple million years ago they were compiled and shaped by glaciers advancing and retreating many times.

 

Driving west we view the mountain range with fresh snow delineating peaks and valleys and I mull over age. Driving east we view the Cascades and I wonder again about their origin and age. In the summer they are covered in blue haze and can only be viewed in full definition when first snow delineates the dimensions.

 

Our Adagio seniors with their hoary heads of thinning hair vary from their 80s to 90s and age becomes relative as we assess their condition with visiting nurses. At some point age doesn’t matter; health does. If they are able, we review the experiences that formed their systems, now aging into meditation and naps.

 

Each of us will become these seniors unless illness or accident removes us first. Aging in place produces frailty and in 80%, dementia. Such is the human system – without exception, as surely as seasonal rains and ice wear down Mt. Washington.

 

Aging Systems Goal

The Journey

 

by Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.

An Introvert’s Resolution

After a lifetime of scoring five points either side of 50 percent on introvert/extrovert scales, I connected with Tania Runyan‘s blog in Good Letters/Image Journal.org.   I loathe general social chit chat and have learned how to say a lot about nothing while I ask after their welfare.

 

Years ago an outreach program at church asked me this question? Why do you go to the grocery store?  The answer, in addition to milk, eggs, bacon, etc. is: to meet God in other people and illustrate His love.

 

A single woman wearing a brightly colored scarf may illicit my comment: thank you for brightening my day with your scarf.  Or, you have such beautiful hair.

 

To a woman ignoring her cantankerous child while dumping products into her grocery cart at lightning speed: You are a good mom. Someday he’ll appreciate you.

 

To the checkout clerk: Thanks for your help. Did you survive the holidays?

 

That much I can handle and I have become comfortable looking for people with whom I can briefly connect and encourage. Ms. Runyan’s perspective lets me know I’m not alone.

 

Where do you find yourself?

 

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