Giving Thanks

Giving Thanks

It will be Thanksgiving soon, and I would be remiss if I didn’t say “Thank you” to some special people. I want to thank my mother first off. She is no longer here for me to thank in person, but she will always be with me. I began this journey simply as a daughter. Once she was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease, my role changed. She lived in three different care facilities as her illness progressed. I also became more involved in her care. I visited as often as I could, and we had a good relationship. When I first began to deal with her illness, I was lost. I had no idea how to deal with this new world she found herself in. That’s when I found support. I have said that support groups aren’t for everyone. I found one that saved...

A Simple Exchange

A Simple Exchange

We are approaching that important time of year when gift exchanges happen. I know that gifts are given throughout the year for birthdays, graduations, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day and so on. But Christmas gifts are special, and hopefully, so are the people that we give gifts to. We are also approaching the anniversary of my mother’s passing. My thoughts are often with my mother, especially at this time of year. She loved the holidays. In fact, in her mind Christmas was always right around the corner and gifts had to be purchased. Near the end of her life, gifts for her became very practical: new clothes, some flowers to brighten her room, a small blanket to throw over her legs. One of the things I miss most about her was the exchange of memories....

I Can’t Reach You Any More

I Can’t Reach You Any More

As my mother progressed in her illness, our conversations became shorter and shorter. I believe she knew I was someone important to her, but she didn’t always know just who I was. One day when I visited her, she complimented my on my manners. I thanked her and said that my mother taught me about manners. She smiled and said “She did a good job.” I knew that for that day, for that visit, she had no idea she was the person who taught me about manners. My mother and I didn’t always see eye to eye. but in the later years of her life, we were very close. I was able to visit her often, and we could always laugh about something. Her sense of humor stayed with her, even though she may not have been sure of the joke. I called her...