04/24/2026
Grief, Dementia, and Cell Memory
As most of you know I was adopted at 6 months of age. In 1987, I was an RNA and working at the Blind River hospital. One day when I went into work, I was told that the patient in one of the rooms that I was assigned was dying. I was instructed to leave the family alone and if they wanted or needed anything they would ask. At about noon a young girl came to the nurse’s station and asked me if I could bring a jug of ice water to the room. I did. As I got close to the patient something happened in my heart. I could not explain it. I looked at the lady dying in the bed. The next thought did not make sense to me. I wondered if this could be my mother? The last name was different than the one I was given at birth. It did not make sense to me. But I wondered. Many years later it was confirmed, that yes that was my biological mother.
This is the only evidence I have that our cells remember. My cells know my biological mother, even though I had not seen her since she gave birth to me.
So, what happens when people have dementia? Do our cells remember even though people do not or can not speak of the things? Based on my limited experience, my guess is yes. The brain may be confusing things and not making sense to us who stand by and watch from the outside, but on the inside, I believe at some level they remember in their heart. The words that come out of their mouth might be different but the heart knows people. A mother knows her children.
So, should I visit a family member who has dementia who cared for me? Yes, because the heart cells remember. A child may not remember all the nights a family member walked up and down a hall way trying to comfort them or stayed up all night because they were sick, or changed your dirty diapers. They did not use the excuse well you won’t remember so I won’t pick you up and comfort you, or feed you or burp you or change your diaper. But the cells remember. Love remembers everything. Is it hard to stand on the outside and see our loved ones with dementia slowly slipping away mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually? Yes, because we love them and we are all called to witness this journey. Because of my experience, I think using the excuse that the loved one with dementia will not remember or know that you are there is just an excuse so you don’t have to grieve, or hurt to see them this way. That is why I try to visit my 102-year-old aunt once a year. Even though it is not clear whether she remembers me or not. I know her heart does.
In the words of my mother-in-law, all there is, is love.