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Socks

  Generally, socks are associated with protection and warmth.  I agree with that assessment, but my view on that simple article of clothing has broadened.  I now see socks as a representation of love and forgiveness.
     Dementia can cause a loss of many good and bad memories.   When Jim came to live with us I soon realized that he didn't remember that he did not like me. He considered me a good friend.  Unfortunately, my memory had not diminished concerning his relationship with me.  I remembered his intentional disregard for me and my feelings.
      One of my duties each morning was to put Jim's socks on his feet as he was no longer able to do this for himself.  He would usually respond with a "Oh lovely" or "That feels so good!"  One morning as I was carefully pulling up his socks.  I noticed tears in Jim's eyes. We  locked eyes and he said with a quiver in his voice "Thank you,  you don't need to do this for me.  I know it isn't easy."
     I felt a peculiar feeling wash over me.   I found I was fighting the water forming in my eyes.  Relief  washed over me as I felt love for this man.  I also knew that I could forgive him.  This particular chore has become an opportunity for me to show my love.

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