Changing Channels of Alzheimer’s
Sometimes Mom’s communication reminds me of a radio where someone is turning the dial trying to find a station. She
Sharing the stories, emotions and lessons of life's challenges and God's grace
Sometimes Mom’s communication reminds me of a radio where someone is turning the dial trying to find a station. She
I want to be a belt. A good clinging one. When my mom was in the hospital, a couple weeks
Mom was sitting on the love-seat in a pleasant mood when I arrived today. She was talking to her dear
Yesterday I woke up and looked at my desk. It was just as I’d left it when I got the
Jesus, bless them, please. Today Mom asked, as she always does, “Where’s Raymon?” And I answered, as I often do,
I know most of Mom’s sentences by heart these days, as she tends to be very repetitive. But today she
It’s all kind of crazy. And we might be crazy. My mom said so. Life with her is “interesting” these
Sometimes I don’t know the why. Well, often I don’t know the why. I sat on the porch with Mom
I’m thankful for this sweet little, mostly depleted candle. Somewhere in the earlier years of Mom’s AD, before we even
Oh Jesus, please take your time. The phone call this morning was full of love and concern, but part of