Saturday, May 15, 2010

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY




As most Sunday's go, we spent the afternoon with my Mom & Dad. I've said it before and I'll say it again, the picture of my Dad & Mom holding hands is one of my favorite things that I get to experience each week. I love watching the enduring love my Dad has for our Mom, who no longer knows who any of us are. He loves touching her, just holding her hand, or patting her leg. She's very receptive to him and acts like she knows who he is, like those touches are HOME to her. But nothing else is famialiar or makes any sense. Some of her sentences make sense, like "I haven't seen my Daddy lately, have you?" and then she give us the "mixed salad version of a sentence, with lots of words that don't go together and then she begins singing a hymn to us! This disease is awful and wearing! I HATE it! and I miss my Mom! The picture with Linda & I was taken two years ago, when the disease began to take a toll on her..two years later, we have a "scarry creature" as my kids will describe but one healthy strong woman that is holding on for who knows what. Really...what is this purpose...I just don't know! It's heartbreaking to watch my Dad be so lonely and grieve for the loss of his sweetheart that he has yet to bury!
SIGH!

2 comments:

  1. When I first started reading this post and saw the picture with you and Linda with your mom, I thought....wow she is looking pretty good. THen I read on and realized that it was taken a few years ago. That is the way I remember your mom. THe other pictures just don't quite resemble the lady I remember. THat illness is HORRIBLE and I continue to be impressed at the love and patience you show to her. MUST be HARD!!! So sorry. Hang in there. God must have a purpose for her to still be here. Hang tough Stacey.

    I am also so very sad about your uncle. I should pull out the pictures I took when we went camping with them. Is Joy his wife. I think that is her name. They are wonderful people and I remember you always talking about the great times you had with them growing up.
    Take care and remember you are loved!

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