I wrote this about our wonderful mother as the sad effects of Alzheimer’s overtook her.
“We reach into our hearts and into our memories, and we recognize her value to each of us in so many different ways. Our love for her is not based on her memory or lack thereof.”
I called my mother on Sunday afternoon – Mother’s Day. The phone rang a few times and her answering machine picked up. Just as the familiar recording began, I heard Mom’s voice faintly say hello. I knew then that I had awakened her from a nap. I waited for the recording to end, for the beep of the machine to subside, and then I spoke to her. She was confused for a minute as she tried to clear her mind. Being roused from sleep always causes her to be very confused. I told her who I was and that I just wanted to call her on her special day – Mother’s Day. She was pleased, and as always, her ingrained politeness kicked in as she thanked me for calling. It was almost as if she was talking to a casual acquaintance and not her daughter.
When I asked how she…
View original post 1,105 more words
He Said What?! 