And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man in the moon… ~Harry Chapin
The Jigsaw Man is my father. I call him that because he has Alzheimer’s and Dementia. I don’t actually call him that, but if I did he wouldn’t remember it five minutes later.
Why I think of him as The Jigsaw Man is because now his brain seems to be filled with puzzle pieces of his life, and none of them fit together any longer. It’s as if he has a hodge podge of pieces from different puzzles and he has no idea how to put them together again.
Every summer my family went camping with my dads parents and his brothers and sisters families. Every summer I watched my big brother and older cousins water-ski. I was dying to water-ski. I wanted to get out on the water and do all the cool tricks that the big kids were doing.
When I was eight years old, my uncle took the boat out, letting out the tow line behind it. My dad sat back in the water holding the handle at the end of that rope with the tips of his skis poking out of the water. Then I climbed up on my dad’s shoulders and wrapped my arms around his neck. The motor roared to life and seconds later I was riding my dads shoulders at thirty miles an hour. That’s one of my puzzle pieces. I wonder if it’s one of his.
Oh, crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
I’m afraid that’s all we’ve got ~The Living Years, Mike and the Mechanics
On Friday I had my dad placed in a memory care facility. He needs constant supervision, otherwise he might wander off. I know it’s hard to think of putting your parent in a locked facility, but it’s a very nice place and I’m comfortable with it. For years he had been cared for by his long time girlfriend who was at her wits end. Despite her emotional exhaustion, she had a harder time with the decision than my siblings and I.
One thing that will forever make me think of my dad is the TV show Two and a Half Men. No, my dad didn’t love the show. In fact, I’d be surprised if he knew about it at all. In the picture above, see the higher one of the two framed posters on the wall? It’s a poster of Earl Hines, a legendary American jazz musician. I wish that I could have found a better picture of it. That poster was on the wall on that set every year that Charlie Sheen was on the show. When Ashton Kutcher showed up they redecorated. (How many of you even knew that in the last couple seasons they replaced Charlie Sheen with Ashton Kutcher?) You may not know of Earl Hines, but in jazz circles he’s still famous enough that when my son went to college a few years ago they were still teaching Earl Hines songs to the jazz ensemble. So, why does a famous jazz musician remind me of my dad?
On a snowy December night in Syracuse, N.Y. in the early to mid 1970’s my dad was on his way home from working late and he saw a car broken down by the side of the road. It was Earl Hines and his manager. My dad gave them a ride to their hotel. For a few years after that they remained in touch and whenever Earl Hines was playing in Syracuse, he’d meet my dad for dinner and my mom and dad might go to the show if they could get a babysitter. That is one of my puzzle pieces. I wonder if it’s one of his.
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose
Nothin’, don’t mean nothin’ hon’ if it ain’t free, no no
And, feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
You know, feelin’ good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee ~Janis Joplin
Me and Bobby McGee. He used to walk around the house playing his guitar and singing it. That is one of my puzzle pieces. I wonder if it’s one of his.
They say you grow up to be your parents. If someday I become a Jigsaw Man, I wonder what my puzzle pieces will be.
Have a great Sunday! ~Phil
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I hope you look after your father well.
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Thank you, I appreciate that.
It’s so hard to see them like that, I know. My husband’s dad wasn’t doing too badly with Alzheimer’s last October, and suddenly went downhill rapidly. By November he was in hospital then in long-term care. He can’t speak, doesn’t know who any of us are, and recently broke his hip because he forgot how to walk and fell down in his room. He was such a lovely man, and it’s been devastating for the family, especially since we haven’t been able to visit him for months.
Yes, it’s hard to believe the changes this disease causes
What beautiful writing, Phil.
What a beautiful and respectful post honoring your dad.
Thank you! It’s nice to hear from you!
And thank you for the poster link. I’ve been looking for something for a certain wall space in my office and that would be a perfect tribute.
Those puzzle pieces remain with you and that is all your dad could wish for, Phil. A touching post that reminds us all to cherish our memories. Thank you for sharing and prayers for you and your dad. Oh, and his girlfriend.(She must be at a loss)
Goddamn you. I just put mascara on.
Thanks for sharing! Love this!
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