Tag Archives: alzheimer’s

The First Time

Posted on June 11, 2014 by daughter3

“You’ve never been here before!” my mom exclaims as we head down the hallway of the dementia unit where she lives. She’s talking like she’s excited to show me the place for the first time (or more likely, thrilled to … Continue reading →

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Mother’s Day

Posted on May 14, 2014 by daughter3

When I arrived at the Hebrew Home for a visit on Mother’s Day, my mom was sitting alone at her table, hunched over and staring downward, like she was reading a book perched in her lap. She looked up as … Continue reading →

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The Bottom Line

Posted on May 6, 2014 by daughter3

My mom and Kenneth are already at the dinner table when I arrive for a visit at 4 PM on a Saturday. They’re not saying much, just waiting for their food, which will be served at 5 if they’re lucky, … Continue reading →

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My Birthday

Posted on April 2, 2014 by daughter3

On my birthday, I went to the Hebrew Home so I could see my mom on my “special day.” Of course, she didn’t know it was my birthday. Even after I told her. “It’s my birthday!” I said, after settling … Continue reading →

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Men

Posted on March 24, 2014 by daughter3

“Yuck … men!” said my mom more times than I can count, from my teenage years until about three years ago. My mom wasn’t happy with my dad, who was her husband for over 35 years. When they divorced more … Continue reading →

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Interconnectedness

Posted on March 17, 2014 by daughter3

“Let me ask you a question,” my mom’s boyfriend, “Kenneth,” says. “Does that tell you that is nearly basically one of the few things… that is the place to go? Because I can get the jumps on this thing. Is … Continue reading →

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My Mom’s BF

Posted on February 17, 2014 by daughter3

I first met “Kenneth” a month ago in the Hebrew Home dining room, where my mom was eating lunch. Between the moaning woman two tables away and the old lady screeching out a broken-record rendition of the Alphabet song (never … Continue reading →

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A Day with Alzheimer’s

Posted on February 5, 2014 by daughter3

My mom is thoroughly enjoying the Sunday concert at Hebrew Home. “He’s really good!” she says of the musician who’s singing folk songs and playing guitar. She’s looking relaxed, happy, and unselfconscious, with none of the worry lines that marked … Continue reading →

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Time

Posted on January 15, 2014 by daughter3

“I want to keep you forever,” my mom says, holding my hand and lifting it to her heart. We’re walking the corridors of the Hebrew Home, having just visited the bird cage, on our way to see the fish tank. … Continue reading →

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A Terrible Vacation

Posted on December 3, 2013 by daughter3

My mom is having a horrible time at the Hebrew Hotel on the Hudson. She says she’s never coming back to this place again, at least not by herself. She can’t wait to get home, which is unusual, because she … Continue reading →

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