Sometimes, in this heart-wrenching journey with Alzheimer’s, God sends moments of blessings that need to be gathered up and held close to the soul, and never forgotten…
Last night, after I fed Mama supper, I cuddled next to her on the bed. She was propped up on pillows, so I was lower than her. And from that angle her face looked thinner and older. I put my arm around her and laid my head next to her shoulder. And I cried.
And Mama kept tapping my arm and stroking it softly, as she lay there half asleep. Patting and tapping with her hand is a habit she has now. In reality it may not have meant anything to her.
But it still was a tender mercy to me.
Because I felt like my Mama was comforting me again. Like somehow she knew how I was already mourning her, and she was reassuring me with her gentle flutter-tapping on my arm. And her moments of mothering felt like a gift from God to be treasured.
And it felt like Mama was saying, with her tap-tapping, “I know you’re sad. I’m sorry it’s hard. It will be okay. Mama’s here.”
And then I said, “I love you, Mama.”
And she replied, “I love you, too.” And the moment was perfect.