We recently held our annual fundraiser for our local chapter of the Alzheimer’s Association. It’s called Memories in the Making, and it features watercolor paintings done by Alzheimer’s patients in art therapy programs in KC & surrounding areas. The art is auctioned off and the funds raised go towards research, education, and programming. Because I’m on the board, I was lucky enough to preview the art ahead of time and
decide which piece we’d bring home tell Hubs how talented all the artists were. I’d fallen in love with this particular piece by Ken Roberts:
Then I had the privilege of meeting Ken Roberts, the artist (& Alzheimer’s patient) himself. It was a moment I almost have no words for. I thought back to reading Still Alice, and back to the day Hubs’ grandmother died— the day I knew this was a cause I wanted to become heavily involved in. Hubs’ grandmother succumbed to Alzheimer’s while I was pregnant with the girls. Unfortunately she never got to meet her great-granddaughters, but I know they would have been bosom buddies. Helen and her husband, Ben, both treated me like I was their granddaughter. Helen is the one who dubbed our Mini Poodle, Monster, “The Mons Mons,” a nickname that has stuck ever since.
There is so much ugliness in the world sometimes I can’t stand it. The least I can do is take one piece at a time and try to make it beautiful.