GLIMMERS… For Mama. These dark corners in my mind keep expanding, trying so hard…
Inspiration
Moving Mama Home.
Moments with Mama…. are moving back to the country. We moved Mama into memory care…
A few flowers.
I shared this with a couple of friends last week but it’s been weighing heavy on my mind still. For those of you who have been through Alzheimers or dementia with a loved one, you will understand. For those of you haven’t, and I pray you don’t, you will come to realize one day that
Pajamas and pocketbook.
So many of you have messaged me or asked me when we were out and about how Mama is doing and it touches my heart each time. I’ve not shared a post in quite a while. Quite frankly, the daily changes we’re seeing are squeezing out the ability to find the laughter. We still try
Forget me not.
Night before last, I was driving Miss Daisy as we like to say when we’re driving Mama around. This is the time of day we literally take turns driving her around the county to keep her happy and to give Daddy a break mentally and physically. It’s her sundown time, her toughest, his toughest, and
Mother’s Day.
As I think about today, I am thankful, but there are so many varying emotions that go through my mind as I am sure many of you can relate to. And memories… thinking about how every Mother’s Day we religiously went to church and how Daddy religiously brought in a red flower for us to
Life as we know it.
Daddy, Mama, and I were supposed to leave on a trip to Pennsylvania with Daddy’s church group today. We were to return on Wednesday. However, when Mama made such a big turn a couple of weeks ago, we decided it was best not to take her on that long bus ride up there and back.
Those women.
The last two weeks have brought drastic change in Mama, it’s almost hard to believe. I keep seeing that first MRI of Mama’s brain the doctor showed us back when they felt sure she had Alzheimers back in about 2009. The doctor explained the white we saw on the screen, the white matter, that was
Slipping away.
As I asked for prayer request on Facebook this morning, I kept thinking about all…
Moments with Daddy.
Missing for 28 days…but I’m still here! 28 days that are a blur and surreal. 28 days in which my brain nor body would stop long enough to focus on writing – focus is hard for me even during normal times. But between Daddy’s big adventure below, and Mama, poor Mama, two weddings and several
Who’s your Daddy?
I have so much to remember and write down from this past week but I’ve lost my focus for a little while. I know everyone feels this way at times, and I feel guilty saying this when I see what so many friends are going through, but the simple truth is my heart and spirit
Thanks to Vanna White.
Thank you so much for all the calls and messages asking about Daddy. He’s doing great today, making the nurses laugh, and is a day ahead on their physical therapy goals. He thinks all is well with Mom which probably helps. As far as Mama goes, while we were still with Daddy at the hospital
