As I sit here in the dark, Mama is asleep in the next room. Mother’s Day is, well, not the same anymore, to say the least. When I think of what Mama has lost, I can’t even take it all in. 69 years of a life before Alzheimers, 69 years gone. Thankfully, we were part
dementia
Mama and Little Debbie.
My Mama was a great cook, she just never wanted anyone in the kitchen “under her feet” when she was cooking – that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it. Seriously though, Mama worked full-time as long as I could remember and came home tired and just wanted to get supper on the table. At
God-sent moments.
The Moments with Mama are ever changing and always hard to absorb. Every day is…
Linda’s Lipstick.
Last night, Mama and I made our usual route around the big metropolis of Mebane…
It is What It is.
I walked in at Mom’s yesterday to take her for a ride around town. Our wonderful caregiver, Sharon, was with her, and Mama just smiled when I walked in like she knew me and had not seen me in years. She does that every time I see her and it never gets old. While Sharon
Inside Those Eyes.
I didn’t think my rushed nerves could take 15 minutes to watch the video…
Rosanna Rosanna Danna
I got to sit with Mama early this morning and I just let her sleep as long as she’d like. She finally got up around 8:30 and moseyed around the house not even realizing I was there. I watch her shuffle her little feet from her couch she likes to sleep on to Daddy’s room
One cell at a time.
I stumbled upon this song today by Jerry Lansdowne dedicated to his mother with Alzheimers…
The Fear.
So I broke down and watched Still Alice …alone…. probably not a wise decision. As some of you know, it’s about a 51 year old woman diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer Disease, her family, her quick deterioration, her children being tested for the disease. I sobbed the entire movie, the ugly kind of sob. The
Moving Mama Home.
Moments with Mama…. are moving back to the country. We moved Mama into memory care…
Glimmers
GLIMMERS… For Mama. These dark corners in my mind keep expanding, trying so hard…
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
