Life with Mom
—-This is a story of a shared life with Mom after her diagnosis of Alzheimer’s Disease.—
May 25, 2013
Last week, my mother went out for the evening in her car. The phone rang about an hour later showing her cell number. I couldn’t imagine why she was calling. I answered the phone with edgy anticipation, not having enough time to consider a litany of bad reasons for the call.
When I answered, Mom blurted out: “Have you seen my dog?!”
I said “Yes, she’s here. Why?”
Palpable relief flooded her tone of voice after my answer. She went on to explain that she had intended to take the dog with her, but when she looked in the back of the car for Breeny, all she saw was a leash – no dog.
She attempted to retrace her steps, but just admitted that she forgot the dog.
The reason we moved in with her was to provide support, company, and a little backup for life’s curves. To quote my friend Ann from Washington State, our mission is to “…brighten the path and reveal the treasures hidden beneath the ashes that the fires of life have created.”
Thanks Ann. These are words to live by.