Tonight I'm having a hard time getting to sleep. Normally, this is not something I have difficulty with, but tonight I find myself wide awake at midnight. Michael's snoring (he has a bad cold) and I thought hey, let me post something to my rambling blog. Besides, it's been forever and I never even wrote about my holidays.
Holidays. They were the most memorable I think I've ever had. It was hard...really hard, but it wound up being quite profound. Mom is suffering with advanced Alzheimer's disease...at the age of 64. My sister called the week before Christmas and said, "You need to come home. This is probably mom's last Christmas. At home, anyway..." So, off I went to Alabama to "surprise" Dad and Mom, and do whatever I could do to help out. It was worse than I imagined, she didn't know who I was most of the time. But I had the opportunity to help take care of her - feed her, change her, toilet her, dress her. It's all so very simple if you're talking about a baby or a child - but one's mother. No one prepares you for that. There were tears. Lots of tears. But there was laughter too - and that made things much easier to handle. Who ever thought we'd end up at the "Waffle House" for Christmas dinner! Here's the video.
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