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”
“I know he’s my baby and all, but I just really think he’s beautiful,” I remember telling Mom. She smiled, looking at my newborn baby, “Well, you know…every old crow thinks hers is the blackest.”Continue reading “Every Old Crow”
Looking for Laughter
Our visits, I was learning, had more of an impact on Mom than was obvious to us. She didn’t usually know who we were; we had no meaningful conversation; and we were all exhausted from trying to keep up with the mayhem. Mom had not had much of an appetite for 7-10 days. Dad said it had been hard to get her to eat anything, but on this day…something was stirred. She was happy – and she was hungry!
I ran across this post a couple of days ago on Twitter, written by Roger Marple, who is living with Alzheimer’s. I found his writing so refreshing and inspiring that I reached out to him for permission to share on this blog. Be sure to watch the attached videos…will be well worth your time.
I hope you will be encouraged!