What a friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and griefs to bear… I was in tears. Becky, the
I have developed my own personal philosophy of survival for being a caregiver of someone with dementia. Laugh when you
Dad and I both had quivering chins and tear filled eyes. Becky, the music therapist from hospice, came again today.
Mama thrilled my heart twice today! First when I arrived, I checked in on Mom and gave her a drink.
A substitute hospice nurse came today, and shared some wisdom that I am pondering. She was kind and wonderful, as
Being a caregiver has taught me, among many other lessons, that God has a sense of humor. And He often
Sometimes Mama says such profound things that I can hardly believe it. Especially since she has so little vocabulary left
Sometimes life is heavy. And though I cherish time with my Mama, I wonder if I’m really doing what God
Whenever I smell lilacs I think of Mama. Mom and Dad planted a whole big border of them in the
Sometimes I truly believe God speaks His wisdom through Mama, despite her severe dementia, and sends me the words I