Even though she had protected us from many dangers…some we never even knew about, we were unable to do the same for her when she needed us.Continue reading “The One Who Protects”
I love memories of the sound of Mom’s sewing machine, starting and stopping, her hands flattening the fabric on each side of the needle as she guided it under the light on her machine, her foot pressing the foot peddle below. I still remember the smell of new fabric and the delicate, crinkly feel of patterns too.Continue reading “Stitching Memories Together”
Our road trip to see Mom and Dad took about 8 hours, and we usually made the trip over a weekend, between work weeks. Sometimes, we stayed longer…Christmas, for instance. A longer visit, we learned, can shed a harsh and truthful light, exposing hidden things.
We realized that Mom and Dad could pull it together, put on a good front, cover for one another, and make things seem fairly normal for a day or two. If the visit was any longer, it was too hard to keep up the charade, and things started unraveling around the edges. This was hard work, and they must have been worn to a frazzle by the time we left. We were for sure.Continue reading “Boxing Up Alzheimer’s for the Attic”
It was just two days before Christmas when Dad and I sat on the porch rockers, listening to Christmas music. His words had deserted him by that time, but we didn’t need them. We enjoyed the cool, crisp air of a Texas December, held hands and listened to the good news of a baby born in a manger. We didn’t know he would be gone just a few days later. It was a sweet and precious time, and I’ll never forget it.Continue reading “The Gift That Changed Everything”
It’s been well over 2 years since Dad moved on to his heavenly home, but some days the grief is still fresh…as if it just happened. Even after all this time, on occasion, I think of something I need to call him about…but oh yeah…I can’t pick up the phone and call him anymore. On days like that, I spend a little time with a bear, remembering those bear hugs.
National Fruit Cocktail Day is on May 13…so HAPPY NATIONAL FRUIT COCKTAIL DAY! I actually don’t remember the last time I ate fruit cocktail, but when I was growing up, it was a real treat when it was on our supper menu. Sometimes Mom added it to jello for a really special dessert.Continue reading “Happy National Fruit Cocktail Day!”
My Naomi was young at heart, and that youthfulness must have spilled over to her good looks. She loved to laugh….I wonder now…could this have been her secret remedy against wrinkles and frown lines? It’s possible, of course, since laughter is the best medicine after all! She was active, always busy, and took very good care of herself.Continue reading “My Naomi”
It’s the middle of January, and I’m waiting for an x-ray. I notice my reflection in the glass above me. It’s strange to see myself in a hospital gown, on an x-ray table…waiting for the technician to tell me which way to turn next. I think I look older now, or maybe I’m just tired. Some days, my hands shake too much to put on mascara, and I have circles under my eyes. Most days, I don’t think I look like I have cancer, but….looking at my reflection now, maybe I’m wrong about that. I do see Mom in my eyes…I definitely favor her, and I like that. Memories of Januarys past scroll across my mind.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!
Dad was born on August 3rd. It’s hard to believe that he would be turning 85 if he were still here. He loved birthday cake and ice cream…especially after a Dairy Queen hamburger! Other than that, he was in favor of simple celebrations, spending time with those he loved. It seems like I should be planning to bake a chocolate cake for this weekend…maybe I will anyway.
Mother’s Day is Almost Here
It will be a day full of memories of Mom. I still feel like I should be looking for a special gift, ordering a corsage (which she loved!), planning time together. It seems strange that this process, practiced and perfected over many years, has simply disappeared. Truthfully, because of Alzheimer’s, Mother’s Day vanished years ago, long before Mom passed away.