Mom & Dad
I went to see Mom Sunday....As you know she's got Alzhiemer's Disase. She likes to talk. Most of the words she says are gibberish, but I understand the point she's trying to make. I always ask her questions. Where do you live, what's your name, have you been a good girl and so on. I keep her talking and trying to remember. She knows her name and always says it...she knows what city she's in...but those are the only two consistent thoughts she has. She knows my name but doesn't realize I'm her daughter. She doesn't remember giving birth or being married, which makes me kinda sad. All in all though, she's happy. She 's always giggling and whatever she's thinking it makes her laugh and laugh. Which in turn makes me smile too.
(That picture is an oil painting of my Mom and Dad. My brother and I had it done for Mom awhile ago. We took their black and white wedding photo and brought it to the artist who did an excellent job).