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MY MOTHER, MY SONG

In Hebrew, my mother’s name Shirley means my song. My mother was an exquisite song in my life. She is a magnificent melody that I will continue humming until the day I die.
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ONE DAY, YOUR PAIN WILL GO AWAY – PART 2

I was so relieved that my mother’s suffering was finally over. Music was God’s gift to lift me up. Today, God was with my mother and me. Continue reading

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ONE DAY, YOUR PAIN WILL GO AWAY – PART 1

I had prayed my mother would die in her sleep. This was the same horror show I saw when my father died. Why, why, why? Why does a person have to suffer dying when there are such humane alternatives? Continue reading

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I SEARCHED FOR A SMILE

I bent close to my mother’s face. I clutched her hands and they were soft and warm. It was just the two of us. But we were not really alone. I felt the presence of death and so did my mother. I put my head against her cheek and she slowly mouthed a kiss upon me. I began to cry. Continue reading

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I ACHE AND WONDER WHERE YOU WENT

Faintly, I heard a voice say, “Are you okay?” I was startled, but nodded, yes. My balloon was definitely on the ground now; it had come a long way down. I told myself that it was not my mother that had said those words to me. I knew that! My sadness was about not having my mother to cry to. I have missed her so very much!
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THE DANCE OF DEMENTIA – PART 1

My mom’s words are harder and harder to find. I try to help her find them, and she’s appreciative. But we’re dancing around and around. I don’t want to see my mother upset. There is a “dance of dementia” going on. I don’t know where the dance is leading. My mother doesn’t even know the dance is going on, except she is very frustrated by her difficulty to find her words. We’re dancing around the dementia. Continue reading

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