Thinking of Mom. This photo is about 2 years old. We took Mom out for dinner to say goodbye to a way of life that had to change. Dad was in the hospital with a broken hip. He had looked after Mom by himself for 10 years and the crisis time arrived with his fall and injury. Mom went in to care. We are so fortunate that she is in a good facility and only 1 km away from Dad's home. Blessing is Dad visits her every day. They walk and hold hands and sit together to have tea or coffee and hug and smooch a bit. She loves him. She loves everyone. Mom is a loving person who is forgetting more all the time, but she remembers love. Alzheimers. A robber. Mom is 90 years and 9 months old now. So is Dad. Dad loves her with all his heart. She loves him back.
So remembering is one thing I do for Mom, well mostly I guess for me. I remember her saying "I don't know what's happening" and then she thought I was her sister. Then her mom. Then a nice lady that she told "I love you" and gave hugs and kisses.Then I remember all the years she raised us.
Now I write down my memories. They don't always match up with others memories but I have to be content with what I recall.
|Me, Mom, Sister|