Vintage China and Silver Replacement Sets
My Mom came to live with me when her health began to decline. We had time to sit and talk and share before each new stage that brought her closer to the brink of not knowing me at all.
Alzheimer’s took pieces of her mind in stops and starts. About the time I thought she was in a good place; no pain or crying–she would slip into another dark hole of misery and sorrow.
While she was still aware of her own identity, we spent hours discussing her childhood. The things she had and the things she did without. Mom grew up during the depression. I still remember those days and wish we had more of them.
Now, I only have memories of Mom on Mother’s Day. I lost her right after Mother’s Day a few years ago. Alzheimer’s stole her long before then but she passed away 8 years ago.
Her memory began its regression many years ago.
10 Years? Maybe 20.
During the last few years, she could remember starting kindergarten but couldn’t remember her husband who had passed away a few years earlier. Toward the end, my Mom thought I was the nice lady who took care of her. She called me daughter but had no idea what the word “daughter” actually meant. [Read more…]