Tag Archives: family

Nostalgia

Posted on February 25, 2019 by daughter3

On my way to the Hebrew Home, walking up Palisade Avenue from the Metro-North train station, rain puddles trickling down the hill, I thought, inextricably, “I’m really going to miss this.” I mean, I’m going to miss these days, more … Continue reading →

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Conversations

Posted on July 29, 2016 by daughter3

When I arrived at the Hebrew home at 3 PM, I found my mom in bed under the covers. She was facing the window, so she couldn’t see me as I entered. Without announcing my presence, I sat on the … Continue reading →

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Play

Posted on June 22, 2016 by daughter3

I sneak up on my mom in the dining room and surprise her. “Oh, don’t scare me. I get scared very, very….” “Easily?” “Yes… no… very, very… greatly.” “Sorry.” We walk to her room and lay on her bed. I … Continue reading →

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Birthday Card

Posted on November 3, 2015 by daughter3

“I have the best mother in the whole world,” read my mom. She was reading the card I had given her for her birthday. She didn’t know it was her birthday — not the first time I told her, or the … Continue reading →

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For Mom, what once was

Posted on April 2, 2015 by daughter3

As my mom moves ahead with Alzheimer’s, I find myself missing some of the earlier stages, when she still had some sense of who she was and some memory of her past life. Many of those days were incredibly painful, … Continue reading →

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“What’s My Name?”

Posted on January 5, 2015 by daughter3

“This is my daughter,” my mom says to everyone we meet, as we walk the halls of the Hebrew Home. “Why am I so short and she’s so tall? She should be the mother,” she says, pointing to me, and … 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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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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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 is so lonely

Posted on October 9, 2013 by daughter3

“You’re staying overnight, right?” my mom asks. I shake my head no, for the fifth time. I just got here an hour ago, and that’s all she can talk about. My mom wants nothing more than to go to bed … Continue reading →

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