Home Sweet Home

my mothers hands.

My trip back to Wisconsin was a series of ups and downs and downs and ups.  Seeing my mother and
dealing with her dementia was difficult and painful.  She has changed so much since I saw her last year. Now her memory is really failing and at times did not recognize me.  It is like dealing with a repetetive toddler.  She has a hard time getting around but I was able to get her in my car and drive her around the countryside and through the beautiful park and zoo on the lake.  I just let her stay in her robe as she doesn’t seem to get dressed anymore.   In some ways she is easier to deal with and in other ways her bad qualities
are amplified and the feeelings I had as a child returned with a vengence.

I used all of my strength to dig deep in the well of compassion and kindness
and give her love and speak to her about her past and try to give her all of me
that I could.

Because as she is....so am I..

 I pray for my dear sweet brother who has given up so much to care for her in his own home.

 He has a hard row to hoe.       

to be continued...