I remember back to moments when calling mom just seemed like the best thing to do. She always had the right thing to say, the right way to listen, or the advice I hadn't considered. Even if she'd never been through what I was going through, she knew how to make things seem better. I… Continue reading Mom – I’m going nuts, but it’s not dementia
Tag: Vascular Dementia
Forever in love with the memory of my mom and daisies
I'll be forever in love with daisies. They are such a happy flower. On our wedding anniversary in 2007, (12 years ago - wow, that's a long time ago), my mother had purchased a bouquet of daisies. They were in a yellow cup with a smile on it. She was so tickled to give me… Continue reading Forever in love with the memory of my mom and daisies
My 54-year-old self’s gift to my 84-year-old self
I call myself a baby of the baby boomers. I'm one of the last babies born in that generation. We're a fun bunch of peeps - soon to crash the current system of support for health insurance and social security. Nice gift to future generations, right? Yay, go team BB! Dearest Shelley, my, oh, my,… Continue reading My 54-year-old self’s gift to my 84-year-old self
Sweet pink memories of mom
Eleven years ago today, I was sitting by her side in the hospital, holding her hand, watching her resting comfortably. I had just met with the neurosurgeon who told me the causes behind her confusion. I didn't know how to break the news to her, nor did I know if she would even remember. A… Continue reading Sweet pink memories of mom