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My mom’s brain was chaotic
There was a time, when my mom still lived independently, when she would regale me with tales of her hallucinations (likely brought on by the Alzheimer’s drug Aricept). “Every night there are people singing Christmas carols outside my window,” she … Continue reading
My mom used to pray
Throughout her life, my mom found great comfort in prayer. She prayed throughout the day, asking God for help with all of her problems. When I had a problem as a teenager, she would recommend that I pray also. This … Continue reading
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Bombs, Bullies, and Old Age
Two bombs at the Boston Marathon. Two people dead. Over 100 injured. “That’s terrible,” my mom says after I tell her. “It is,” I say. “I want to tell Phyllis,”* she says. “Hold on.” Three minutes later, she’s back on … Continue reading
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Everything is a puzzle to my mom
My mom used to love puzzles. She would sit for hours at a card table, putting 500 pieces together to make a picture. She got tremendous joy out of completing a puzzle. But Alzheimer’s took that away from her. It … Continue reading
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Our relationship has never been so simple
“Is it true that I’m your mother?” my mom asks me. “Yes, mom.” “Is that how you see it?” “That’s how it is,” I say. “So you think of me as the mother?” she asks. “Yes, mom,” I say. “You’re … Continue reading
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The things she’s forgotten
How to tell time. What she had for dinner. The house she lived in for thirty-four years, where she raised her children. The names of her grandchildren … or even that she has grandchildren. Whether it’s morning or night. … Continue reading
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Writing things down
“Wait, I have to write that down,” my mom says, during our nightly phone conversation. “Hold on.” “Okay,” I say, trying to wait patiently while she looks for a pen. When she gets back on the phone, she can’t remember … Continue reading
Communicating with my mom
A typical nightly conversation with my mom sounds like this: “When are you coming?” she asks, eagerly. “Saturday,” I say. “Oh good,” she says, excitedly. “Are you staying overnight?” “Not this time, Mom.” “You never stay overnight.” Now she’s petulant. … Continue reading
My mom is confused about where she lives
“I can’t figure this place out,” my mom says. “What’s it all about?” She’s talking about the assisted living facility where we moved her almost a year and a half ago. “It’s your home, Mom,” I say. “It is?” She’s … Continue reading
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An old man, his horse, and my mom
There’s a parable about an old man whose horse runs away. “What a terrible thing,” the village people say. “That’s life,” says the old man. The horse returns and brings with it three mares. “What a wonderful thing,” the village … Continue reading
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