Apparently, Will Ferrell is going to play Ronald Reagan in a comedy about Alzheimer’s. And everyone is already going crazy about it.
When learning about this project, the first reaction most people have is: “Terrible idea.” “There is nothing funny about Alzheimer’s.” “His career is over.”
I beg to differ.
My dad had Alzheimer’s and my mom cared for him in their home. Once when mom was flying down to Texas to visit her brother, I spent a week caring for and being with dad — just me and him. He probably recognized me about 20% of the time. Despite that, it was one of the best weeks of my life.
Each night I would bring him his pills and some water in a pair of those tiny Dixie paper bathroom cups. He would sit up in his bed, take the pills and down the water. Then he would take each cup and twist them onto his enormous ears, so they would stay there on their own. After that he would simply stare at me, with a huge grin on his face, and wait for me to notice. When I did he would pull each cup off with exaggerated effort and a sucking sound. He did this for me every night I was there. It was genuinely funny and beautiful. And so was he. Continue reading “Alzheimer’s and Will Ferrell and the Inevitable Bathwater”