The lonely days I felt even when I wasn’t in the room alone…
loneliness
Permanence…
I walked in the back door like I always do. It was early one morning recently, before the sun had risen, and there he was…. sitting at the table. He never does that. It almost scared me. The words we’d all felt losing Mama seemed to be captured in that one little moment sitting at
Mama’s Shoes.
Mama’s been gone a while now and as many of you can relate, it seems like ten years and it seems like last week. Since she passed, we slowly but surely have gone through things of hers which never gets easier. It’s funny what you learn about someone, even those you’ve loved your whole life,
Little Notes.
Caroline’s birthday is next week and so odd it’s timing. I opened a journal this morning I’d not used in a while and in it was this note Mama had written herself obviously as a little reminder we needed to or were taking Caroline out on June 23rd. The odd squiggly lines around it, so
I’m not motherless.
Just recently, I was at Mama’s, and on occasion, Daddy and I will go through a cabinet or drawer and see what in the world she’d tucked away. In a cabinet we’d been in before was this photo, really big photo, hard to miss, but somehow we had. I don’t know that I’d ever seen
The Gift.
Twenty-four days ago, my Mama went to heaven. It’s taken me these three weeks to put this on paper because it’s so precious to me and it’s hard to share right now… it’s on my heart every day. When someone passes, there always seems to be interesting things that happen, signs either not noticed before
Another Gift.
This week, I experienced something that may seem so insignificant to some, especially if you’ve not…
Letters to Linda.
Mom’s doctor made a house call today to see what had changed with her in these last couple of weeks. When he left, we were all changed. He told us he’s fairly certain she’s had a stroke. We were not really shocked because a couple of weeks ago, we saw drastic changes pretty much overnight.
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…
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
