Patty Davis on Ronald Reagan's last years

Reply Mon 7 Jun, 2004 10:02 am
This isn't really political, but amidst all the pro and con remembrance threads, it seems to belong here. The piece is in People's Magazine and is posted on AOL People this morning and is still there, but I was unable to copy a link for it. It may be particularly moving to some who remember the stormy family squabbles among the Reagans when the children were much younger.

Updated: 10:02 AM EDT
Reagan Remembered
Months Before the Former President's Death, His Daughter Shared Memories

By Patti Davis, People

What was once my father's office is now his bedroom. On top of the desk where he rested his elbows as sunlight slanted through the window, where he wrote his last letter to America announcing that he had Alzheimer's in 1994, bedsheets are often stacked - ready to be used for a change of the hospital bed where he now stays around the clock. When he is awake, which is not that often, he can gaze at the trees outside the window. The other day, my mother and the nurse who was on duty moved the bed to the open doorway so he could look into the back garden, where the sun was making prisms on the leaves after a morning of rain. "Did he seem to notice the different view?" I asked my mother. "I don't know," she said.

People often ask me how my father is doing. They want to know if he still recognizes me, if he still recognizes any of us. It makes me realize that my mother and I have been so protective of his condition since he became ill - almost a decade now - that it has allowed people to imagine he is still talking, still walking, still able to stumble into a moment of clarity. But it would be a disservice to every family who has an Alzheimer's victim in their embrace to say any of that is true, and I don't believe my father would want us to lie. Today, we are like many other families who come to the bedside of a loved one and look into eyes that no longer flicker with recognition. It rearranges your universe. It strips away everything but the most important truth: that the soul is alive, even if the mind is faltering.

My father is the only man in the house these days, except for members of his Secret Service detail who occasionally come in. It's a house of women, now - the nurses, my mother, the housekeepers. Me, when I am there, which is often, since I live only 10 minutes away. When my brother Ron visits from Seattle, or our older brother Michael comes over, the sound of a male voice seems to register with my father. He lifts his eyebrows. Is it recognition of his sons? Curiosity about this new male intruder? I don't know. We frequently arrange dinner around his bed. In fact, it has become the center of the house. Everything radiates from that space, whether he is awake or asleep. It radiates from the man whose life is thinning to a stream, yet flows and follows us even when we drive off the property.

In the room next to my father's, my mother now sleeps in a new bed. The king-size bed they shared for so many years came to feel vast and empty to her, so she had it taken away and replaced by a queen-size bed. Less empty space across the mattress. Yet it's no relief from the loneliness of sleeping alone after 50 years of rolling over to the person you love. She still tiptoes across the floor if she gets up in the middle of the night; her heart forgets that the other side of the bed is empty. I remember the day the larger bed was replaced. I remember the mark on the carpet where the king-size bed once was. It seemed to say everything.

Alzheimer's is a long series of I-don't-knows. My father's doctor doesn't know how he has lived so long with this disease, especially after breaking his hip in January 2001. I think it's the tenacity of his soul - he just isn't ready to leave his reunited family. At a certain point in time, it might all come down to this - life is about learning how to die, how to let go and how to hold on to what is really important. One thing that was so startling about the TV movie that has gotten so much publicity is that it was based on years of our lives when my mother and I were often at war. The script made use of things I had written at that time, before I was able to put my rebelliousness and political stridency aside. After reading the script, she said to me, "I'm so sorry about the way you were portrayed." I think I answered, "Well, we all came off terribly." But the moment was not lost on me. A single sentence can be a bridge over currents of old history.

My father will leave, we all know that. There will be many people poring over his political career. There will be debates and discussions about his Presidency. But as a family, we will be elsewhere. We will walk past an empty room. We will be assaulted by the silence, the emptiness, and we will, I think, try hard to listen - to echoes, whispers, all those things that don't vanish when a person dies. That is, if you believe in such things. My father did. And that might be his most important legacy for us - what lives on in the heart.

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Reply Mon 7 Jun, 2004 02:33 pm

What a sad piece of writing-----Alzheimers took his memory 10 years ago----it would seem that she never made her peace with him before that because she seems empty to me. She says the family was reunited but it sounded like a lie.

Did you get anything out of it?
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Reply Mon 7 Jun, 2004 02:38 pm
I guess I saw it differently Perception. This is the 'rebel kid', the one who rejected her father and everything he stood for, who was bitterly outspoken about it, and who lived a life that would embarass just about anybody. I saw in this bit that she in fact did make her peace with her father, and that she was there supporting him and her mother at the end; and that the family had pulled together.

So in that sense I think, while brutally honest about what living with an Alzheimers patient is, it was inspiring. And I think it was in its own way yet another tribute to this great man.
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Reply Mon 7 Jun, 2004 03:20 pm

Perhaps it sounds as though she had not or perhaps would not reconcile their political differences----that part is missing and would have added real relevance and closure I must admit the bit about living with an Alzheimers patient is brutally honest.
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Reply Mon 7 Jun, 2004 03:42 pm
I don't know Perception. I read the grieving thoughts of a child who has passed through the rebellion and who has made her peace. It probably isn't Patty's style to express a lot of sentiment and emotion. But I sensed the words of somebody who loved her daddy.
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