I’m on my way to see my mom this weekend, and taking little with me except some old albums.
When I visit her in late summer, she seems so less of what she used to be. Because of dementia, she can’t remember what I told her five minutes earlier, like “your clean clothes are in the drawer” or “dinner is in 45 minutes.”
Seconds after the conversation, my once bright, quick mom asks: “where are my clean socks?” and then “isn’t it time to walk down to the dining room?”
But when I direct mom to her floral comfy couch and open up the big battered black album, the one that sat in the bottom of her hope chest for decades, her dulled eyes brighten, and she sits up straighter.
We open the book and check out the black and white photos of her and my dad in the late ‘40s, including their wedding picture. A smile, a sigh as we peruse photos of dad in his uniform with his paratrooper buddies and mom with the guys’ girlfriends and wives.
“Oh my gosh, there’s Sally,” she declares, voice suddenly firm and strong. “Sally Andrews. She was so beautiful, and god she made me laugh. Her fiancé, Bill, adored her.” Mom pauses, and adds, “Sally never got over Bill. He died the last year of the war.”
Then we move on to photos from the 1950s and 60s. My mom chuckles and states, “I remember that Thanksgiving. The turkey fell on the floor. I ‘rinsed’ it off with my dishtowel and never told a soul.”
More photos, more smiles and memories, until the sky darkens, and my mom’s mind meanders to places I can’t see and she can’t describe.
Tomorrow, after the seven-hour drive to her assisted-living facility, I’ll show her the albums from my college years and the decade after.
Maybe mom will help me remember the names of those long-ago friends. And hopefully she’ll relive her days of wine and roses.
They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream. (Ernest Dowson -1867-1900).
Thank you for this sweet — bittersweet — reflection, Pam.
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Thanks, Janet. Didn’t mean to post both “THE END” and “The Days of Wine and Roses” on the same day. But I guess they both go together. I appreciate your comment so much.
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I can completely relate to this lovely post, Pam. Although I’ve yet to speak about it on my blog, I feel your pain. Drive safe, my friend. xo
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Thanks, Jill. I find it difficult to write about (and share) something so difficult, but I think the sharing helps us all cope with the aging of our loved ones. At least, I hope so. xo
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My mom also enjoys looking at old pictures and I am amazed at how she remembers things so clearly from the past like names I have forgotten. It is sad that dementia takes away so much from these once vibrant individuals. Thankfully they retain some memories.
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I know, Darlene. It would be the worst kind of cruel if ALL of our memories were taken away. I’m embarrassed – didn’t mean to release both my post on Wine & Roses as well as my THE END ruminations, which I actually never thought I’d let see light of day. Isn’t it weird how the universe turns?
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What´s meant to be, is meant to be. No need to be embarrassed. Have a lovely Sunday.<3
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XO 😘
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I just completed reading “The Notebook” for the first time about two months ago and I can’t help but relate to the bittersweet recollection of memories that you share in your post, Pam. Time is ephemeral, but memories are indelible and perpetual. I have never been privileged to hear the beautiful and powerful poem at the completion of this post ~ thank you for sharing. May your wine cellar remain fully stocked and your garden flourish with many rose buds.
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I think you may be the next ‘Nicholas Sparks,’ my blogging friend. And I say that as a true compliment. I’ll never forget taking an older friend-she was in her late 70s-to see the movie the notebook. She sobbed through the last half, and I felt so guilty. But at the end she thanked me profusely. 😳
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Thank you, Pam ~ I can’t help but admit to smiling at your comment, every part of it 🙂 Ironically, I haven’t actually seen the movie yet. I may need to check it out from the library and stop by the grocery store for a box of tissues on the way home 😉
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Lovely post.
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Thank you, Mary. 🙏
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I don’t think anything can prepare us for the decline in our parents. Thank you for sharing how you manage and show your love for your mother.
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Such a difficult topic to write about, but as I share the stories, I find that so many can relate. I think our sharing with each other helps us realize we are not alone in our experiences.
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What a poignant and bittersweet post, Pam. May your mom be blessed with happy memories while you visit. It’s wonderful that you understand and can relate to her with such love and empathy. We should all be so lucky to have such a relationship with our children.
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Thank you, Amy. 💜
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Hi Pam, I love this post as it reminds me of some of the best times I had with my father who had serious short term memory problems. His long term memory was excellent so he was able to tell me all about his youth, early working days, early married years, times when we were kids. They were great hours and I came to realise that it didn’t matter very much whether or not he remembered that he’d asked me only a few minutes before what the weather was like!
Enjoy your visit and give your mother an Irish smile from me!
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What a wonderful recollection of your dad and his memories, and of you able to sit with him and hear his stories. I can feel your Irish smile surrounding us. Thank you!
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Your post reminded me about my mother’s mental state during her last few months. She wasn’t diagnosed with dementia but she would go in and out of reality often reliving a scene from her youth. It was scary for me. It was only a few months prior to her death but I’ll never forget the pit in my stomach when it happened.
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I know what you mean about the pit in the stomach. Sometimes I think it’s harder for an adult child to see her parent go into a different reality, than it is for the elderly person actually getting ready to go to a different place. Although I must admit, my mom is fighting this all the way. 😳
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It absolutely is. My mom knew she was doing it (she would go in and out of reality) and would ask if I thought she was crazy. My heart broke in a way it never had before.
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My mom asked me the same question this weekend. Like you say, your heart breaks in half.
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We are living parallel lives in this universe called memory loss – you with your mom and me with my aunt. It’s lovely though how photos spark memories, a theme I’m be touching on too next week with Aunt Ruthie’s birthday celebration.
I just LOVE your writing style, and so do many others it’s plain to see. 🙂
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Wouldn’t it be wonderful if the four of us could get together – You, me, Aunt Ruthie. and my mom. I imagine that would be quite a scene! About a year ago I was able to get my mom to see an old old friend of hers who she hadn’t seen in years, but with whom she had shared 2 decades with as they raised their children. They told so many stories of the past, and they repeated them without remembering that they’d already talked about it 10 minutes earlier. But the joy in their faces!
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We’d have a blast!
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Absolutely Beautiful!
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Hugs to you, Sharon. And thank you 💜
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Struck and stirred.
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I think the “old” photos strike us as we realize how fast life goes by . 🍃
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This beautiful story about your mother brought back some poignant memories of my own. My grandmother and my father both suffered from dementia and short-term memory loss. Visits were definitely bittersweet but I learned so much about their early years, which they remembered very clearly. Going through albums was a delightful pastime, as was watching birds at the feeders, which often triggered memories of bird-watching adventures. Thanks for sharing – I loved reading about the turkey incident!!!
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Thank you for remembering those times with me, Barbara. It really does help knowing that many of us have been through this, and just do what we can to be the best daughter we can be.. I love visualizing you all watching the birds at the birdfeeder.
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It’s nice that photos bring some of your mom’s happy memories back to the surface. Enjoy reminiscing with her.
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Thank you! Went through another album with her this weekend-and that’s the time she seems relaxed with a happy smile.
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My heart tugs thinking of your Mom’s loss of the short term At the same time I smile ear to ear at the thought of her feeling energized by remembering the days of long ago. Wishing you both a warm and loving time together. Hugs and some extra strength from me to you. xo
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I appreciate that support, Sue, and felt it this weekend. It was amazing how another photo album (this time from 15 years ago) brought out a happy expression from a confused elderly mom.
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Unfortunately, I can relate to your mother’s dementia since I’m heading there a bit too quickly for my liking :-\ There is nothing easy about watching our loved ones—and ourselves—aging. It’s not what God intended for us, but it’s the way things are. I’m just glad she’s able to remember and enjoy the things she can and you can share that with her 🙂
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Me too, but what a painful process. However, the “I love you’s” back and forth are sincere and so meaningful.
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Dearest Pam…what a sweet, lovely story!!! I remember your lively Mom so vividly…the day we had the
lunch in Sausalito at the Chinese restaurant! Her laughter still rings in my ears!!!! She was always the epitome of a beautiful soul that I am privileged to have in my memories!!!! Thanks for this sharing…have a wonderful time travel with her!!! please give her a hug fro me….love you, pat
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Not only did I give my mom a hug from you Pat, but I showed her a picture of you (and David) from one of the photo albums. She broke out in a huge smile. XO
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Love, love, love your post today! Bittersweet memories and sharing with your mom. I know it is really difficult when they have dementia and can’t remember things recently. You are a good daughter to bring the albums and share the good things with her for you both… 🙂 ❤
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Thank you, Courtney. It was a good but difficult weekend with another big thick photo album. Thank goodness for photo albums!
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So sweet, Pam. This brought tears to my eyes. How wonderful that you bring her back to those wonderful, poignant, and humorous moments in her life. The Dowson quote is a perfect complement to your piece. ❤
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Somehow I discovered the quote while writing this post. Interesting how things come to us, isn’t it? Thank you for your comments-they mean a lot. 💚
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Did you notice my reblog today? Hopefully, it’s sending some traffic your way 🙂
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Got back last night from a marathon visit to see my mom, and just saw your reblog now. THANK YOU, Diana. So many of us are struggling as we watch our parents age – it seems only fair and good that we share those struggles, and our love for the people who loved(and still love) us, through our words. I think I’m rationalizing out loud – this was a difficult post to write and post, but I think it’s connected with others who are in the same situation. xo
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I think those posts from the heart that are so difficult to write are often the ones that resonate most profoundly with others. They tend to tune into the human experience of love and loss that we all will someday share. ❤
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Beautiful post about your mother. You look like your mother (the picture of her dancing with your father). I love how patient you are with her as you help her remember the joy in her life with the photo albums. That is so important. You awaken that joy and it will be in her. And it is something you can share, during the hardest of times.
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So true, Patricia. Even when memories fade and life gets blurred, the strong love of family, and especially our children, still surrounds us as we reach a different light….
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That story about the turkey reminds me of my mother, Pam – she told me a few years back that she had done the same thing one Christmas when we were kids xxx
My mother-in-law has dementia and now one of my good friends has it as well. It’s a cruel disease and I’m sending you loads of love, strength and hugs xxxx
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Thanks for the virtual support, Dianne. I know you know what it’s like (and it turns out, so do many of our blogger friends). This is a part of life – the ending before the beginning – where we all get kind of get closed-mouth, but really, we need to share our pain and love and discomfort.
I love that you and I share a ‘fallen turkey’ story. 🙂
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What a great idea to bring the photo albums. I’ve heard it said that the long ago memories are the last to leave us, so you’re probably bringing your mom a lot of joy, and even if it’s only for short moments, it’s worth it.
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Yes, Anneli, if I ever knew how much these old photo albums would come in use, I’d have complained less about making my own for my family. This past weekend I took an album from the 1990s – oh how she loved it! xo
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I guess long ago memories are all they have left of family. Good to hear that the albums are working.
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As a former nurses aide at a nursing home, I can relate so well to this post. I’ve heard so many memories, seen so many bits of stories–often from people who can’t remember to eat their supper. Thank you for sharing your mom with us.
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Lucinda, I was in awe of the nursing staff who I met while visiting my mom this weekend – how do they come up with the reserves of patience and responsibility and humor needed for this job? My mom, and many others at her facility, get angry and confused and sad, and sometimes take that out on the staff. But for the most part, the nurses and aids were patient and kind and loving. Angels of mercy!
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When mom’s Alzheimer’s got too severe for us to keep her safe at home, we moved her to a nursing home. As she began to forget people, I put collages on the wall next to her bed of family members at different stages of life, hoping that might help her recognize us. Sometimes it seemed like it did, but probably just on one of her “good” days. Then I spent several years in a wheel chair and used the time to put together albums on each of our children and their families. Then continued with yearly collections. I told the children they could bring me different albums when I lose it. They just laughed and said, “We’ll just keep bringing the same one over and over. You won’t know the difference.” They are so sweet. 🙂
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Ha Ha, Eileen, love your (and your kids’) sense of humor. And they’re probably right! I took a different album to my mom this past weekend (from the 1990s) and she moved away from her dementia into the past and a better time. It was so incredible to see her face soften and smile. So yes, we need to create our own family albums (like you, I’ve finally put together many from my own family life, but need to organize them better…). Who knows when MY kids will need to help me through my ending with these hardbound copies of our memories…?
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Photos are a wonderful way to bring back memories – a comfort to everyone.
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Truly. My mom even likes it when I take ‘selfies’ of her and me. Then I have it printed out and framed and placed next to her bed. 🙂
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Poignant, Wish you both well and a good visit for you. XX ❤
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Thanks, Tess. It was a great visit. Horrible, of course, in one sense. She loses herself more each week. But still, full of love and grace, in other ways. xo
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❤ ❤ ❤ {hugs}
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She’ll forever be an honorary Cantina Girl.
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And that is quite an honor, indeed! Thanks Leslie for bringing me a huge smile. xoxo
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What a beautiful gift to give to your mom! She may not be able to cope with the present, but the past is obviously still there. And you are helping her relive the best parts.
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And as my mom and I look at the photo albums together, Ann, I enjoy reliving those ‘good parts’ as well. I was thinking this week that for the most part, photo albums are happy places. We don’t take pictures when people are frowning – only when they are smiling! xo
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Pan, precious precious memories and your love and warmth towards your mother shines out. What a brilliant idea with the photo album and I can almost hear her joy at seeing her old friends, your father. The mind is amazing and a wonder – remembering small events from decades previously but then forgetting the simplest of tasks. I hope you both had a cosy time together with the other albums. Hugs to you both through these hard times, ❤️
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Thanks for your lovely words, Annika. Yes, the weekend was difficult yet incredibly moving. Another photo album, and another chance to see my mom’s confused face soften and move into a memory of smiles. xo
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This is a beautiful post that shows the love you have for your mom. I know how difficult it was for you to share it. Even though my mom didn’t suffer from dementia or memory loss she would look at her old photo books almost daily. She loved to share them with her 3 year old great grand daughter who never got tired of looking at them. Have a safe trip my friend .
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Hugs to you, Gerlinde. We both have ‘lost’ a most precious mom, although mine is still living. I see her return every once in a while when she looks through the photo albums of her life. It does give her peace, as it did your mom. I love the image of your mom sharing these photographic memories with her great-granddaughter. Beautiful.
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It is so sad to lose one you love to dementia, but lovely to regain some of the former self in memories refreshed through photographs. Take care, Pam. Best wishes as you navigate these difficult days.
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Thanks for your good wishes, Norah. “Navigating difficult days” is a perfect way to express it.
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Such a painful part of life for many to bear Pamela. Those who know they’re starting to forget, those who feel the pain of waiting for a loved one never to come because they died years ago and thos family who sit by hoping for the parent they knew and loved to reappear if only for a while.
I hope your Mom remembers all your friends from your albums and helps you both relive fond memories.
xxx Massive Hugs xxx
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Your words express the wisdom of knowing what it’s like to say a slow goodbye to a loved one. Thank you for the comforting hug. xoxoxoxoxoxxo
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I can relate in many ways, Pam. It is such a common story, yet so unique for each of us.
Thinking of you as you continue the journey…
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I think the sorrow of seeing an elderly relative/loved one reach a slow end to his/her life is many times harbored quietly and not expressed. But I find that so many have gone through this, it helps us to share the distress while also finding joy in the memories.
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Dementia is such a terrible, devastating thing. I’m so glad that the photographs bring your mother such joy.
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I’m now so glad I was/am an ardent photographer of family dinners and holidays! And that my mom saved her old albums in a dry dusty hope chest.
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It’s a precious thing to have all those irreplaceable old photos.
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Such a poignant post. I know many going though this with aging parents. Not easy. How wonderful though that your mom at least perks up at seeing the albums and old photographs. Great idea sharing those with her again….
Peta
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Thanks for your comment, Peta. We do need to find some blessings in the pain of dementia. Bringing up smiles and soft hugs from an aged relative is a minor thing, and yet humongous.
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Lovely post. My mother had Alzheimer’s. It’s strange how they can remember people and things from the past but not something from minutes before. —- Suzanne
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Alzheimer’s is a devastating disease that is getting more attention now. A good friend of mine has a close relative suffering from it, and she ‘walks for Alzheimer’s’ every other week it seems. Fundraising is so important to help pay for more research to eradicate the disease. Thanks much for your comment here.
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A lovely, touching post Pam, I hope you get to share many happy memories.
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Thanks, Andrea. My mom enjoys when I take ‘selfies’ of the two of us, and then I print and frame the photo and put it next to her bed. Hey, I don’t want her to ever forget me…!
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“The End” and this one went together perfectly! Both bittersweet and a slice of reality.
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Yes, I wrote The End before Wine and Roses but decided to not post it. Somehow, the universe had different ideas and posted them on the same day. Interesting… isn’t it? Thanks so much for reading and commenting.
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Those days are forever gone but now and then there is something to remember and that is good. At least there are some bright spots when you visit. It is all so sad.
I pray to God that my memory remains intact just as it did for both my parents.
You have a really long drive. Would it be possible to move your mom to your area and those long drives would be a thing of the past?
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Thanks so much for visiting me here and commenting. Yes, my brother and I are in the process of moving my mom to a place he’s researched that’s close to him. I’ll fly instead of take the long drives, and on the positive side, see more of my brother and his family. Here’s to memories, and retaining them. xo
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Sounds like a good move for your mon. I’m glad for her and her children.
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Pam, your beautiful face radiates beams of both your mother and father. 🙂
I like the way you realize that trying to remind her of current times is hopeless, but bringing albums out will enhance positive feelings as well as helping you to firmly grasp her memories, so you may pass them on. 🙂 When I stay a week at my Mom’s senior living apt, I feel she has lost many marbles, while there I lose a few too. Priceless moments and treasured times, some don’t get the chance to enjoy their parents, sometimes not until nearly too late. Lovely post and such beautiful photographs of the both parents. ❤
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So many here on blogland are living through similar nightmares as our parents age into dementia or just plain, ‘old age.’ Sorry to hear you are experiencing the same with your mom. Keep me posted. And make sure you keep up your photo albums!! I think it really helps to see our parents in their youth and middle-age – see how beautiful they were ,and ALIVE. xo
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I was lucky, Pam, in that my Mom was sharp right up until the end. I do have a friend whose Mom has dementia with sundowning, and she has recently found a place for her in a residential facility – she had to because her own health was being effected. This is a lovely piece and a real tribute to your Mom and you, too!
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Thank you, Noelle. By the way, I’ve been thinking of you as I’m reading an excellent book called Mr. Emerson’s Wife. Lydia (Emerson) grew up in Plymouth and recounts the joys of living there up until her 30s (in the 1800s). Imagine you would like reading this fictional account. 🙂
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Just saw this, Pam, How are you doing? I will definitely look up this book.
I’m so glad that you can relate to your mother’s mind through the old pictures. Funny how the old memories stick long after recent events are gone. Enjoy your time with her – it’s so fleeting. I couldn’t tell you until know that your piece brought me tears…
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My mom has bad days and good days. The good days lighten my heart so much, and I just pray that she can find some contentment in her dementia, something that’s been difficult for her. Which I understand! When the fight is still in your spirit, you fight back as hard as you can. She’s certainly told every day how much she is loved..
Yes, I highly recommend Mr. Emerson’s Wife to you. Once you read it, I think you’ll understand why. xo
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A very moving post dear Pam. There’s nothing else I can say. Blessings on you and your mother both. Huge hugs, Harula x
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Many hug-filled thanks, Harula. xo
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It is through tears that I type this. My mother went down the same path as yours. I hope you and her get to share many more moments like that together. ❤
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Sorry for the tears, Jennifer. This is a long slow painful and difficult process, and certainly seems unfair. We can only grab a few moments of peace and memories with our loved ones suffering from dementia, and hold onto them in our hearts. ❤
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No need to apologize. It was indeed a slow and painful process for my family before we lost our mother. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I try to remember the good times and all of the good years I had her in my life.
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Love the title to this post Pam. And so good of you to bring with you albums to share with your mom. It’s interesting to find how people suffering dementia can suddenly relate to a certain photo or time which brings them back to the moment. Beautiful post. 🙂
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The phrase ‘days of wine and roses’ didn’t come to me until the end of writing this post. And then when I looked up the poem I got goosebumps. Life is so fleeting, and so we must enjoy every single day. I know I sure try.
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I’m with you! 🙂
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Dementia is so tough, and you’re a good soul to spend time with your mom, especially during such a difficult time. Interesting how dementia works though, how the far past isn’t forgotten but the short-term memories are affected. I’ve heard that’s pretty common.
Lovely post. xx
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Hi Kate. If I lived closer, I’d stop by and see my mom every day. As difficult as it is, I love her smile when she sees me, even if it’s fleeting. Just like life I suppose. xo
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So lovely that you take time to bring your mom a reprieve from her dementia, if only for a short while. For dementia patients to step back in time is grounding for them, even if they don’t remember it five minutes later.
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Fortunately, I have dozens of albums! So each time I go see my mom I bring a different one. However, she probably wouldn’t know if I brought the same one each visit. 😳
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It is so sad that this is so often the “reward” for a life well-lived. Why can’t things like this be reserved for those who have committed horrible acts? When my son passed away, I asked myself that question every day.
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I went through this with both of my parents. Thanks for your touching, and ongoing, story. It helps all of us who travel, or have traveled, this road.
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It so helps those who are going through the process of watching our parents with dementia, to hear from others like you who have been through it and are out on the other side. I think the more we share this kind of ordeal with each other, the more we can ‘ be there’ for our loved ones with peace and understanding. Thanks so much for commenting here.
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So beautiful and so sad. i remember this time with my mother-in-law. Photos are great. One of the last areas of the brain affected is often the parts that enjoy music. If you put together a mix of songs from your Mum’s youth, you may find her memory, and enjoyment, extraordinary.
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This is a great idea, Hilary! My brother and I brought her radio to her Memory Care facility, but she can’t figure out how to use it anymore. So when I visit her, I’ll just play from my phone. She used to dance to Barry Manilow. 🙂
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I’m so sorry to read that you are going through this period of loss with your mom. I remember it well and it’s painful, it’s funny, it’s heartwarming, it’s devastating. It’s wonderful that you are bringing her back to the years she remembers well as being a happy time ❤
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Thank you Joanne. Your descriptive words are exactly right. xo
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