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My Last Visit With My Mom?
Visiting my mom who has Alzheimer’s
Next week I’ll be travelling across the country to visit my mom who has Alzheimer’s and I’m completely dreading it. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mom. The reason behind how I feel is that the person I’m going to visit is just a shell of the person I truly know.
I have awesome memories of my mom. She was one of those mothers who kept a rein on us kids, yet gave enough slack so that we could learn our own lessons. I remember one of my friend’s moms calling her, freaking out, because I was walking along the top of the six foot fence. At the time, I was probably about seven years old. Her response?
“Well, if she falls tell her to get up and perhaps that’s not such a good idea to do again.”
Every day when I got home from school she’d be waiting, ready to ask me how my day was and make a snack for me. She was on top of making sure my schoolwork got done, but also made sure I had time with my friends.
I could go on and on about all the memories I have of her. I will forever treasure those memories.
The last time I saw her, she remembered who I was… most of the time. Now she doesn’t even know who my dad is and she sees him every day. She no longer speaks in a full voice. It comes out as a whisper.
