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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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HARMONY, FRIENDSHIP, AND COMFORT, PART 1

I am sharing correspondence between my high school choir teacher, Frankie Nobert. There is also a message to my friend, Amélie. Twenty years after high school, Amélie, Frankie, and I began to have annual lunches. It was a wonderful opportunity to reconnect with the teacher I worshipped in high school. I will share her story and insights about life someday. Continue reading

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A DAUGHTER’S LOVE – PART 2

My mother ended the call with, “Honey, everyone has been so nice to me today! This nice man from the facility came over to walk with me. I can use a walker even better now! Are you sure I still need a caregiver? This man didn’t even charge me anything.”
I got off the phone. I was feeling positive again.
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PERFECT DAUGHTER, I’M NOT

She has incrementally faded from my world, and that has left me bereft and lonely. Through my darkest hours, I always knew how much I could count on her wisdom to comfort me. I’ve said this many times, “No one in this world will ever love me as much as my mom.” Continue reading

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