Remembering Mom

“Time to rise and shine, mom”

“already?” she said in her weak humorous morning voice.

We went through our normal morning process of getting her up and dressed and washed up and ready for her day at daycare. (She will be starting back full time on Monday and it will be good for her, and for me, I thought. Everything had been extremely difficult since she broke her shoulder.)

I put her walker in front of her as we were walking out of the bathroom, (otherwise she would walk around it) and guided her into the kitchen.

“whoa, careful mom, you seem a little wobbly this morning”

“do I?, I think I’m wobbly every morning.”

“ok, here ya go, here’s your water, take your pills.” (her pills consisted of an antidepressant, a multivitamin and a vitamin b-12, pretty darn amazing at 90, right)

I walked back to the coffee machine to get her coffee and I turned around to see mom staring off in the distance, unblinking, with the remnants of the pink b-12 tablet still on her lips…………. and I knew. I knew nothing really but I did know something was not right and I ran over to her , I hugged her and held her into my side as I called 911.

“what is your emergency”

“hi, I’m pretty sure that my 90 year old mom is having a stroke”.

The next 5 days were hard. She never spoke again.

“It was probably the last 7 or 8 years of your life that it really got challenging for you. Don’t get me wrong, you had many challenges throughout your life, but I mean as far as the aging process goes. The memory loss, difficulty walking, incontinence, the inability to drive, you know what I mean.”

I was told that in time, these most recent, most difficult memories for me would fade away and the good memories would surface. Although I will never forget “those moments” on “that morning” I do recall, daily as a matter of fact, a lifetime of pretty fantastic memories that we shared. I will always consider myself the most fortunate/blessed/grateful person to have had my mom as my best friend.

Yes the memories are amazing, but, what I struggle with the most is;

just being able to talk with you, to run my ideas by you, or get your thoughts on my next business venture, or talking about how we are going solve the latest world problems, our day to day often times nonsensical chats.

But it’s really not just that either……the things I struggle with, well, it’s more like, what you said to each of these thoughts, or your reactions to ideas, to my thoughts and your subtle encouragement with a half grin on your face as if you were saying “what is she going to do now”. My sounding board, for those times I needed to vent about absolutely anything because you always let me and thoughtfully listened and calmly responded. Those days when I would just be grumpy about one thing or another and you had a way of simply acknowledging and allowing me to recognize that sometimes being grumpy is okay. Your understanding look of compassion and concern to the various challenges I often times faced. The gentle touch of your hand on my shoulder or sometimes the not so gentle smack on my arm, both at times when I knew you understood what I was thinking, meant more than I realized. Your smile, most of all, the one that needed no words, it was in your eyes, it was the comfort I needed, the understanding I needed, the acknowledgment I needed, the genuine love that you showed me and I felt it.


“I’m doing it Mom, I’m suppose to, I know”

Everyday….. I still miss you.

“That lump in he back of my throat .. will it ever completely  go away?”

Pictures pop up in “my memories” , and I smile, usually …….. sometimes, I cry, still.

There is still so much more we should have been able to share – so much is still happening, and you would love it.

Part of me felt like  …   oh, I don’t know,  that “things/life” might stop or slow down after you left,  kind of like, life would wait for me to adjust and catch up, but it hasn’t  at all,  it has just been  another adjustment, another unwanted  change, does that make sense?

I know the adage “life goes on”,  but there is a part of my life that seems to be frozen as I try  to move on.

You are still “part of ” everything, the things  that I do and the things that I see and the things that I say,  and the things that I hear, you are still just such a part of me.  

Luke was born 10 days ago, and I can hear you now talking about his piano fingers… he really does have piano fingers too.. and toes.  He is the first of my grandchildren you didn’t get to meet.  There is still another one coming mom,  I can’t believe they won know you.  I’ll  make sure and the girls will make sure to  share our stories about you.

mom with the 4 grands

We missed you so much at York this year, so strange.  You were there, to some extent,  with me and I could hear you talking about our first trip there when Katie was 6 weeks old.  I had my margarita alone, looking out over the water  and I toasted you, and thanked you again for suggesting..

“just throw our toothbrushes in a bag, and lets just go”

 those 33 years ago…  our “adventures”, we called them.

2019 – I still want to say “look at what we did mom” every time I look at this growing crew


All of our adventures were fun, (before and after my kids) Colorado, Yellowstone, Kansas, New Hampshire, Maine,  Florida, PEI,  and York, you always enjoyed the adventures.

I missed you at Megan’s choir performance  this year and Paxton’s first  dance recital, the family reunion, and ……..breakfast today.

Every time  I look at the clouds in the sky I hear you saying

“what a beautiful sky today”  and it usually is.



Rob was traveling a couple of weeks ago, ( I remember,every time he was away how you would ask everyday if he was home yet, right up until he got home) and Megan came up with the girls for a few days… you would have LOVED it.

Paxton and Timmy still talk about you, that makes me so happy and so sad at the same time… I want you to know they  are talking about you, they still question, where you are.  Just today Paxton said “nana is a good yarner” as she saw one of the crochet dinosaurs you made for Megan and Katie.

Timmy with one of the dinosaurs Nana crochet


I wanted you with me when I had to say goodbye to Moses….I could just about see the  sadness in your face, we have been through it before.   Moses missed you too, when you left.



I miss your wit, your laugh, your smile, your  attitude,  all parts of it, you kept me grounded my whole life,  you saved me, definitely my hero, I know you didn’t think so but you did and you were.

I miss you  through each of  the  cookouts and holidays. How exciting each holiday was,   not just  because of the people, but  the  food… you complained about making peanut butter balls… but you still did it…  you made the best gravy…. even if you fell asleep during the process.



I think of you when I look at  Rookie.  Rookie  is  getting chubby,  mom.. its my fault now…its,  not you anymore.  I feel like you have something to do with me actually dropping food on the floor for her, and at the same time, I can hear you “aww, why can’t she have that little piece”? I knew you were sneaking her treats, you know.

rookie and mom napping

I think of you  as I look at the weeds growing up between the rocks in the patio (your job to pull them) and I just cant keep up with it…. why didn’t you complain more about that task?

mom picking weeds

Whenever we get ice cream, I think of you, years ago with our late night runs to DQ for our peanut buster parfaits  right up until your 90th birthday and our ice cream trip to west end.

sundaes for dinner

I think of you when someone wants to take a photo.. we are suppose to smile and say cheese…… or not.

I think of you when the wind blows, it always cooled you too much, I think of you when someone talks about delicious cookies, you and your sweet tooth, I think of you during the season of fresh corn, your farm days and how you loved your corn, I think of you when I plop in bed at the end of the day with that satisfying sigh and I remember  “the bed was a great invention” your comment as you snuggled into your own bed at the end of the day.

Missing you hasn’t gone away it has become part of my life,

part of my day,  missing you.

 I carry you around in my heart now.

I seem to be able to recall so many great memories and they are becoming less muddied with  my sadness of missing you, instead they make me smile more now.

I still turn, it starts out enthusiastically,  to find you,  to tell you something, share a story or something the kids might have said or done, or that you are still getting mail, until, I remember you aren’t there, however fleeting,  it still  hurts, momentarily,  once again.

But then I  tell myself … I am so lucky , so lucky for so many reasons,  the best one by far, is that I had you and you truly were my best friend and  having you as long as I did, it was great, wasn’t it? all of it and everything we shared.

I still have a great life now, mom. I just didn’t want to go on without sharing it  with you.  I am though, I’m doing it. I am suppose to, I know. I just wasn’t sure how that was going to happen.

Such a strange feeling….

….. how my world can be so empty and so full at the same time. With all of the wonderful  happenings in my life,  and yet,  I have this missing piece. You.

mother daughter plant

Cheers,  mom, to you,  my best friend, always in my mind and forever in my heart.

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I just miss you.

I am still adjusting to life without you in it,and it is still quite odd.    There are still times that I hear you call for me, although that is happening less and less.    I am just starting to realize that I don’t need to rush home for your  day care bus and  that I don’t need to buy your ensure shakes at the grocery store. That you are not sleeping late.  That I don’t need to get your prescriptions.  No plate for you at dinner.They called from the doctors office  the other day – to schedule your annual hearing check.   All little adjustments to the day.  

Those realizations are…….. well I am not quite sure what they are, not really a slap in the face, but more like a simple awareness that momentarily saddens me.  I’m not as sobbing kind of sad as I was at first mom, but, times like,  right now as I’m writing this, I get that lump in the throat back, and my eyes well up,  but I’m okay, really.  I just miss you. We all do.  We are supporting each other.

Talking about you in the past tense is difficult.

I wish you would show me “a sign” or “visit” me so I would know you are okay too.

 Is that stupid/silly of me?  I just miss you.

 I still expect to share everything with you, I want to explain how Iraida’s surgery went, or that Barbara is doing great at quitting smoking and that Megan almost hit a deer today, Katie is at her last class tonight, Rookie licked a hole in your chair, and yes the chickens are fine in the cold weather.   I borrowed your scarf, the one you had hanging on your mirror in your room, it coordinates with my new gloves perfectly and I didn’t think you would mind.

Our mother /daughter plant has so many new shoots on it and Megan’s has actually started to regrow!

Last year when you were sick with the flu and pneumonia  and our mother/daughter plant started wilting, I thought it was a sign that you were not going to pull through.  This plant has so much significance for us,  however I guess I read too much into it, a little bit like I am doing now, what do all these new shoots (daughters) mean?  If anything?

It has been emotionally difficult trying to get all of your “affairs” in order.  Although, the odd side to that is that when everything is finally done, what will I have to do for you?  I think I will miss the time with you, if that is what it is.

I’ve had to explain so many times;

  “my mom has recently passed away…”

 … when selling your car.  … when cancelling your car insurance.  … when closing accounts.  … when sending paperwork to the life insurance company.  … when ordering your marker for the cemetery. etc.

Although everyone,  in each situation has been kind and offering their condolences, I have started to feel they are just words that I really can no longer hear or find meaning in them.  It is not their fault, there isn’t much else people can say.

However my responses have started to be a little bit more involved, rather than the simple thank you, I expand a little, just letting them know a little bit more. …

” I am sorry, please accept our condolences for the loss of your mother”

my response:

“thank you , I still , I think I  always  will miss her terribly, but I am so grateful for the years we had together, she was just so much more than my mom”

Sometimes that response creates a little more conversation  but certainly a smile or another comment that places you someplace other than a simple condolence and then I can always find something fun to say.

“I am so lucky, luckier than most, and I  have so many great memories”


“Strong, funny woman, she was”


“She was definitely my hero in so many ways”

I feel that empty spot where you always were – I just miss you.


Christmas Without You

She’s been gone for 3 months today.

The first Christmas of my life without her…..

I hung her Christmas stocking so that it was touching mine, I wanted her near me and I wasn’t sure how to do that. (I couldn’t seem to get her close to me)

No presents for her this year and no crochet dish-clothes from her. (Not getting gifts for her was a strange feeling, I thought about it everyday and even saw things she would have enjoyed receiving)

She would have loved the tree this year.

She would have loved that her Christmas cactus is blooming at Christmas and not Thanksgiving this year (true Christmas cactus).  IMG_4813

She would have smiled at all of the kids energy yesterday (Christmas Eve).



She would have wanted her Baileys, and I would have made sure to have it for her.

She would have put up the manger. (It isn’t up this year)

She would have enjoyed all of the amazing food.

She would have been waiting for flowers from Bruce. ( she would received them by now)

She would have been waiting for phone calls from Scot and Rob and always a unique little package and visit from Barbara.

She would have asked what the dogs were getting for Christmas. (Making sure they were not left out)


She would have talked about some of the old ornaments on the tree and about Christmases past. (I would have listened as if it were the first time I’d heard)


Oh , do I miss her!

It isn’t just today,  on Christmas, that I miss her …….

….but the daily routine that has had to change, a new routine needs to be developed and I’m trying, I’m just  not quite there yet.

Funny, because some days I am very sad that she is not still with me. Mostly though, it’s a lonely feeling in my heart and for some reason I keep expecting it to go away….. but it isn’t.

Not a day, an hour or a minute goes by without mom in my mind, and still every second she is in my heart.

wait…. Is that blue bird looking in the window……. no, I don’t believe that stuff. (Do I?) But he’s back again, in the same spot, looking in the window…

Walking by her room everyday was/ has been the most difficult. Her clothes are still in her drawers in her bureau and hanging in her closet.

Her angel figurines are still in place on her dresser. IMG_4826

however,  I moved her bed and brought all of my grandchildren’s toys into moms room. I put the stuffed animals that mom once upon a time crochet on display and for the kids to play with. I put the djembe drum out for the kids to play ,  (she would love that)  and we always put the photo of mom playing her drum back on it when the kids are done.



The paintings she made at day care are now hanging on the walls, she may have thought at times they were silly but they bring us all so much joy now, they are cheery and bright.


I’ve been looking for photos of her with each of her great grandchildren, so that I can hang them up for each of them to see.

“she was real and she loved you”, 

I want her to live on, if only in memory.

I want us all to remember the fun, the  funny moments, the fun times that we shared with her…. and we will.


I knew I would miss you mom,

I just didn’t know how different everything would be without you.


….and just like that 90 years go by (1)

How do we  mourn/grieve? We have all heard that everyone grieves differently, and I know that is true. I do wish there were a timeline, though. I am putting one foot in front of the other and I feel like I am not moving.

I’m not new to grief, I am only new to the grief of losing my mom.

10 days ago.

As we poured over old photos, I kept wanting to show her.  As we ate, I kept wanting to fix her a plate. As we told stories, I wanted to look over and see her enjoying herself.

The first week went by in a blur, but the past 3 days have been so dreadfully long.  I am keeping busy, but I’m tired.

I am trying to rationalize:

….. she was 90, after all.

….. we had her for a long time.

….. for the most part she was healthy.

right now  none of that matters.

I have never experienced such a deep sadness.

I have had this lump in my throat for 10 days and it wont go away.    My chest is tight.

Intellectually,  I know we all just need the time after we lose someone we love.

I’m the one who wrote the words;

“And miss her? Oh, we most surely will.  Try not to walk away sad today, but walk away today, thinking about how she led her life and walk away with a smile on your face because you were fortunate enough to have known her.” 

I can tell others to do that, but I haven’t quite reached that spot yet.  Why though, cant I. After all, I was and am so fortunate to have had the most time with her, all these years, my lifetime with her.

We had fun. We laughed. We confided. We shared. We grew. We depended. We planned. We accepted. We trusted.We cared. We loved. We lived.

I have to sit in her chair so that I don’t look at it empty.  I smell her. I don’t want to move anything she has touched.  It will seem too final. Her toothbrush is  still next to mine.  Her night light still shines, so I can see in her room.  Our vitamins, side by side in the cabinet. Her coffee cup, forever empty.  Her hair is still on her comb.  Her slippers are still by her bed…….I want them there….always. She got mail today.

I can not get the vision of her last breath out of my mind.  I hope it wasn’t painful, those last few days.  I want to ask her. I hope I did all that I could do.  Those last days, when she couldn’t talk and I kept telling her I loved her, I just wanted her to say it back, one more time.

I am suppose to start to get “back to normal” now……… but how?

I want her to hold me.

Please allow me to grieve through my words….right here…in this blog . where I left off with her story.. I will begin the journey of “Losing Mom





she doesn’t say much

“that is my old telephone office, right up there”

Funny how she blurted that out as we drove through her home town of Concord.  She hadn’t said much up to that point.

Our minds and our memories can function in such an odd often times cruel way.

“you’ve got me lost”

“I don’t think I could find my way over here anymore”








Somedays are difficult

I walked mom down the stairs this morning and handed her walker to the day care bus driver, Jim,.  I kissed her good bye;

“have a good day, momma”

and her weak response

”you too”

Jim took moms hand from mine and helped  her maneuver the 2 steps and then shuffle down the walkway to the waiting van.



I watched from behind and all I could think was;

 “that poor old woman, my poor old mom”.

I scurried back in the house and  gathered my things for work, rushed myself out the door just as Jim was getting into the van.  I looked in and saw mom all buckled in and she slowly lifted her hand and waved with a blank look on her face.  I waved back and blew her a kiss, and smiled.



I held this lump in my throat as I drove to work.


It was a “normal” morning for us,  I got up with my alarm and had my coffee.  Rookie and I woke mom about a half hour later

“time to rise and shine mom”

“why, what day is it?”

“it’s Friday”


Every morning I wonder if this will be the morning that she doesn’t respond back to me.

She shuffles her way to the bathroom, usually forgetting  her walker.  I go in to her room  to pick out her clothes for the day  and to check the hygiene of her room.  Incontinence is becoming worse all the time.

( Ever since she came home from rehab, I have kept the commode in her bedroom at night so that she doesn’t walk out into the hall on her way to the bathroom and trip over the dog.)

Moses loves to help mom in the mornings.

Moses, stuck under moms walker


Why then,  if this is such a normal morning, is it difficult, emotionally I mean.  I mean, more difficult this morning than most.


It is important for me to understand my own thoughts and feelings as we proceed through the day, the weeks and the years.  So I seek out supportive articles that can give me that temporary boost to get through. Like this one.   And this one.

Of course, I start to feel guilty or even selfish and want to make certain  that I am meeting all of moms needs as well.  Emotionally I mean.  How would I even know?

Mom is not just getting old but the dementia aspect of all of this is becoming the bigger challenge.  I know that  she  needs to feel loved and needed.  

So as much as I feel the need for emotional support, I do not want to lose sight of the fact that we are in this together, mom and I , and she would likely need support too.



The afternoons work about the same only in reverse. I’ve talked about that process  before.

Getting mom up the stairs is difficult these days.   It makes me sad to watch her but we continue to make light of the event……..  And then she sleeps much of the afternoon

A lot has happened since I started this particular post……. although it is incomplete…. I no longer feel the need to complete each of the posts I had started.









It’s about Balance (figuratively & literally)

”I haven’t fallen yet”

”Mom, you need to have your walker with you”

as she heads toward the bathroom,

”I’m not going very far”

grabbing the furniture for support along the way

“I know but sometimes you are  just so wobbly, I don’t want you to fall”

“well, I don’t want to become dependent on it”


I wish sometimes,  that I could just tell her what to do and she would simply do it without an argument or discussion or defiance, but that does not ever happen,  and it never worked when she tried telling me what to do either.

Sometimes, I think;

“I’m busy, just do what I tell you” 

Again, my once extremely independent mom, being told what to do.  I need to take a step back and remind myself of the changes she has had to make, and how difficult these transitions must be for her.  I need to find balance too.   So I take her arm and assist her with the rest of the short journey to the bathroom.

Her balance has declined so much this year.   I do always  hold her hand or take her arm when she is on her way to the car or if we walk outback, places she can’t use her walker. Although she most often reaches for an outstretched assistive hand, she also comments:

“don’t you think I can do it”


“you don’t have to walk with me, I know I’m slow”


“I’m fine just go ahead”


once upon a time she did have great balance

———— and I believe she thinks she still does —————-

I read a lot about how to handle different situations with an aging  loved one with dementia and although none are specific to any one person,  they often do offer many possibly helpful tips. As a caretaker, it is important to have an emotional  balance.  Mom is not my child, she is my dependent.

Staying Sane Caring for Mom or Dad  

                    – there are days when it is hard to stay sane trying to balance the right amount of nagging

Stay connected with your again parent

                    – the few minutes it takes to keep connected is worth that time at least ten fold.  Staying connect will give you both the emotional balance to help you through.


We, (by we, I mean mom) are  however, at the point where the use of her walker can no longer be  negotiable.

As we all have done with our children, we pick our battles, and that is true with our  aging parents as well.   This particular battle is one for obvious safety, so I need to insist.



When the insurance and health care, committee, I’ll call them, came to evaluate moms mobility they told her she should be using a walker. One was provided for her through her insurance.    Mom would push the walker out of her way and wobbly walk around it to get where she wanted to be.

“Mom, you’re suppose to be using that”

”oh, I’m just going to the bathroom”

”I understand, but that is the point, your suppose to use it”

” oh, it’s too bulky”

and it went like that for a very long time, months. So I finally folded it up ant put it in the closet.

Every once in a while I bring it out and try to encourage her to use it, but she still pushes it out of her way and now even wobblier walks around it.

Is she being stubborn? I mean I believe that the stubbornness lies in her genes, and she definitely has that gene, but is that refusal to use her walker just being stubborn or is it more?

I have noticed lately when we are walking to the car or into the house she reaches  for  my hand with her free hand and uses her cane with the other, similar to the security of a walker, dang it.   But it is  another change and one more thing she would  need  to adjust too.   Again, the cane is familiar to her, it is what she understands.  Not stubbornness alone but also security in the familiar.


So here we are at the point where it is  a must to use that walker.

…again, getting up from her chair

”take your walker, Mom”

”oh leave me alone”

she chuckles at her own attitude and I do too

”I know it is a pain in the neck, mom,  but I don’t want you to fall”

”I haven’t fallen yet”

still with that grin on her face.

She HAS  fallen…… 3 times in as many months, she can no longer recall those falls, and  I can’t get them off my mind.  I can’t help thinking she will fall again, especially  when I see her holding furniture and walls on  her “shuffle-wobble”  as she attempts to maneuver from one place to another.

Just when I think I’m getting somewhere (she is using her walker everywhere) then I see this…



…this is her walker outside of the bathroom door!  and she is inside!   I have cleared any possible obstructions in there and there is plenty of room, I mean the walker fits perfectly.

..and the other day she used her walker and walked into the kitchen  to get a paper towel to blow her nose (rough huh) …. as she was leaving the kitchen she left her walker behind, right in the middle of the floor.  It was right in front of her. She literally had to walk out from behind the handles to leave it behind.


“I’m  so nervous watching   you walk without your walker”

“then don’t watch”

that spunk can be exhausing


Getting up from her chair and pushing her walker out of the way…

”Mom take your walker”

she keeps moving, obviously ignoring me

A little louder

”Mom, your walker”

With a little grin and a lot of attitude

”I don’t want to”

..and she keeps going


I have cleared all of our floors of anything that may get in the way of her walker travels.  There are no area rugs, nothing on the floor that can get in her way. (Except maybe Moses) I made sure that  in her travels  around home she would not be running into any obstacles.  I moved the bookcase next to her bed to allow room for her walker to be right at her bedside.  I have tried to make it more convenient to use her walker.  I made her a pretty washable discreet bag that ties to her walker.

I’ll make more , maybe even seasonal ones.

moms walker bag

I bought a tray to go over the top if she needs/wants to carry something (again “letting her” hang on to some independence) and I tie a little trash bag to the side.

So it should be a relatively simple transition, wouldn’t you think?

We have used a wheelchair for a number of years with mom for a variety of situations.  We all did this to make sure she could attend whatever activity we were participating in.



So I’m questioning all of  this…. why is it okay for us to take her somewhere in a wheelchair but she balks at the use of a walker?  Is it because she doesn’t have to exert much effort to be pushed in a wheelchair and she is able to keep up with the rest of us, or actually we keep her up with us?  I understand if she thinks she is holding others back or slowing them down but at home, she impacts no one with the pace at which she moves.


If you saw the way she wobbles you would understand my concern. She has such poor balance and often stumbles and sways.  I suppose that I am entitled to stumble and sway a bit too as I seek out my own “balance”.

I will continue to promote and encourage the walker use and I will always hold her arm when she decides to ignore the mention of the walker. Maybe eventually it will become the new normal for her to reach for her walker and she will simply forgot this transition.

Until then, I will stay near .








First Relationships

“each child has their own special”…….

and she doesn’t finish but retreats back into herself


Right now I’m  watching  Mom , sleeping in her chair.   I honestly wonder more about her life now than I ever have.   Her life before me I mean.  The parts she never filled me in on.  I look at the pictures and I want to know the story behind them.

Was that your own chicken you are holding?

Is that your cat?

That baby picture obviously you are at your farm and is that your baby buggy in the background?


You look so happy riding your bike mom, where is that?

mom riding her bike

I wish I knew more and had asked more questions over the years, about the pictures and the stories behind them.   She always had such funny and interesting stories to tell  about her growing up years,  but now watching her sleep I wonder about so many different parts of her life.


 Did I hear enough? 

Did I ask enough questions? 

Will I be able to share some of her stories? 

Is anyone going to be interested in her stories?

It would be so nice to hear some of those stories again.

I am thinking about all of the relationships  she has had in her 90 years.  I want to recall for her sake.

Now that she is unable to recall  very accurately to tell me more, is when I feel the need to want to know more.  I often times will still ask about a picture or an old relative and she will respond with confidence and sadly I question if that is accurate recall.  But then

….does that matter?


Our “first relationships” to develop are with our parents and siblings.  What were those relationships like for mom, I know the basic answers but not the details.  I do look at old photos and try to piece together the things she has told me.

Mom always spoke lovingly about her own dad with the utmost respect and admiration. He was a “kind and gentle giant” .  But, when he spoke, you listened. Even when he didn’t speak you listened!


moms parents


“He had a way of looking at you that you knew not to say another word.”

“All he had to say when we were sitting at the table is one word…  “Bud”,

or whomever,  in his stern voice.  Bud would stop what he was doing right away, and there was no discussion of what he wanted Bud to stop doing.

Moms Mom,  was very sweet, to everyone, always.  Welcoming  to all (parents in a future post)



Mom  adored her siblings. (siblings in a future post) 

“They always made me feel special”

 referring to  her parents and siblings. She knew she was loved.  Mom  was the “surprise”, and ten years younger than Uncle Bud.  img_1404

“There was always family around, I was never lonely”


The firsts of any kind of relationship come with intense excitement.





“we could look across the table from each other and not say a word and know what the other was thinking”

When mom tells stories or talks about the special relationship that her and  dad had, I think that what they shared was rare.  I think that now, but growing up, I thought that all husbands and wives had what my parents had.

They don’t.

I have never gotten tired of hearing stories about when my parents were young.  They had great friends and so much fun with their friends.  (friends in future post)

First love in future post, too , but all of this leads to , drum roll please…..



AGAIN…The firsts of any kind of relationship come with intense excitement.


Our “first relationships” to develop are with our parents and siblings.

There is not much more special than your first born child,

that is, of course, until your second born child comes along.

mom and baby bruce


What happens through these years  – just look at the way she is looking at him (above) and how happy she looks with him (below).  That love, that connection, so evident through her eyes then … and  now…


Mom with baby Bruce



Does geography play a part in a relationship?

Not in this case… not in the least.  Mom has certain expectations of Bruce.  She would usually  visit him pretty much wherever he has lived.

“I always liked to know where my kids are.”

 The frequent phone calls, the flowers he sent/still sends for every occasion.  Always on mothers day regardless of where he has been.  She will definitely mention if he hasn’t called or if she didn’t receive her flowers on a particular occasion.  Funny though that she acts surprised when she does receive them.

her most recent bouquet

Bruce  had the longest time with daddy, that must have made it more difficult for him in some ways.

Was there an expectation to care for mom?   

Was there an expectation to care for the rest of us?

But he rarely talked/talks about it; his relationships with mom or dad.   Bruce was only 18, almost 19 when we lost daddy.

Did that experience for Bruce, barely a young man,  help to mold his relationship with mom?

Bruce is an oxymoron, he is a “sensitive male”, a real one, and I have always wondered if he learned that from mom or dad but most likely it was the combination.


“So mom what are the things you remember about Bruce as a child?”

“oh I don’t know, I guess he was always on the go, always liked  a little adventure”

“well that has never changed”

He always looking for adventure.


“What else mom? About Bruce?”

“each child has their own special”…….

5 kids

and she doesn’t finish but retreats back into herself

Please,  mom come back….. just for a bit.


“what else mom, about Bruce? What are some special things about your relationship with Bruce?”

“oh I don’t know, I don’t know if I know what you are asking.”

she was quiet for a minute

  “Music, I guess, we both grew up enjoying music.”

” oh that’s true, so he must have acquired his love of music, and his musical talent from you then.”

“well I don’t know about that.”

Christmas with Tabogan cropped
Bruce and Robs first guitars.. and the family tabogan!

She has talked about each of my siblings at length so often over the years, and now I feel that I need to squeeze out  every last memory .  Why didn’t I journal more over the years.  I want to share with all of my siblings their special place in moms heart.

I try again… please be good timing

“What are some things he did as a kid?”

“He always found good healthy fun, like building the log cabin in Concord.  He was older and daddy never had a problem with him using any of the tools”

log cabin


“Those were such fun years living there, it was good for everybody.”

again she retreats



4 of us in the tree
look closely. Bruce is up the highest, then Scot, Rob and I’m the last one up. Look at the date.

We all looked up to Bruce, literally and figuratively.

“Did you ever get mad at him, I mean did he misbehave, ever?

“You know I don’t believe so, well not that I know of, he was a pretty good boy”

(Well that’s cute,  he was a pretty good boy. )

“were you mad when he cracked up the Rambler?”


“oh no, I was glad he was alright”


mom floating down the river while visiting  Bruce and I in Colorado

fenway bruce nate and mom

“He brought you to your first red sox game with your first great grandchild, didn’t he”

I show her the picture

“oh that’s right, he did , didn’t he?”

Again, her recall is foggy.  I wish I had written things down over the years, documented some of the things she has said.  Her concerns about her kids.  Her memories, both happy and sad.  Mom was busy when we were growing up and may not have always had the time with us that she wanted and after we were all settled away from home is when she was able to have a bit of time.  I believe she has had some of that time given  back to her from each one of us.

We all know that her  time is limited and I am sure you must be thinking the same way I’m thinking…..

I wish I had asked more questions.

I wish I had written things down.

I wish we all had had more time.

Will I be able to share my stories?

Will anyone be interested in my stories?


“mom, Bruce is going to come for a visit.”

“what about Karen?”

“she can’t make it this trip”

I am so happy that Bruce is coming back again , even if for a short visit.  That connection, that bond between a mother and child can always use a recharge at any age.  And  I need to hear his stories.  Is that selfish of me?  I need to hear more about her, I’m hanging on to her  as best I can.   I want to share her and her memories or what were her memories.

That love, that connection, so evident through her eyes then … and  now…

…. through his eyes.




It Hangs on the Fridge and always hangs on My Heart

“okay, let me call an ambulance,  sit down for a minute”

“Lets just do it real fast and get it over with”


“I want it to be what you want though mom, that’s why we have to do this”

“I know, okay”


That was three years ago.


Due to the progression of moms dementia, it had been suggested to us that  we should make sure to have a few ” things in order”.   In other words prep for death.  There is no pleasant way to talk about or prepare for this without causing some emotional strain, for all involved.   For the person that is filling it out as well as for the family.

‘We have done a lot of things, this can’t be the worst thing mom”

“well it’s not your life we are talking about”

uggh, I thought… just  stay positive

“okay, I guess, you’re right”

There really isn’t an easy way to do this, I mean, have you read the form, it sounds so final.  Okay so I know that is the point, but when the discussion  revolves around someone you love, it takes on a completely different feel.

We did it, we filled it out,  and we talked about the different situations that might occur or that could occur and really there is no way of knowing how one will  die, or what will occur to lead up to that persons death.





DNH – DO NOT TRANSFER TO HOSPITAL  (unless needed for comfort)   (WHAT?!!)


It gets complicated and the  DN’s can overlap


I heard mom  from my room, she was up and moving around and it was very early, I jumped up out of bed, I always do, I have to check on her.

“mom, are you ok?”

“something is wrong, I can’t breathe”

“okay, let me call an ambulance,  sit down for a minute”

I got her seated and picked up the house phone , which I rarely use and for some stupid reason I fumbled with dialing (pushing buttons, actually) 911.

I dialed 911

“no thats not right, I need to push the green button”

I did and dialed agai’n

“hello what is your emergency”

” I need an ambulance, my 89 year old mom can’t breathe”

“did you just call and hang up?”

“oh God, I’m sorry, yes that was me”

Mom also has the medical alert bracelet and the option to push that button for the ambulance never  crossed through our brains.  It is a little scary how your brain functions, or doesn’t function  under  momentary mental chaos..

Long story short, (10 minutes, tops) the ambulance arrived.

Thinking about the MEDICAL ALERT FOR LIFE SUSTAINING TREATMENT paper hanging on the fridge….

‘under what circumstances should I point out the paper?  I know it says something about hospital transfer.  Just don’t look at it.  She has to go to the hospital, she can’t breathe.  So what if she stops breathing, would they resuscitate her? don’t get the paper.”

“I want to go with you”

“ok, no problem”

So I rode in the ambulance.  I didn’t mention the paper on the fridge and for some reason I started to feel guilty about it, but I don’t know how to handle this.

You know how it works, things happen fast and  information get  transferred quickly these days.  Suddenly it seemed that the hospital ER. had  all of moms medical records straight  from her Dr’s office and included was a copy of the MEDICAL ALERT FOR LIFE SUSTAINING TREATMENT and they asked me if I knew what it said and Of course I said yes.

The doctors office has their copy  of course!


I’m scared now. I need to stay with her.

both with the flu and  mom also had pneumonia


Everyone puts on a mask before coming into her “booth”.  They have her on oxygen, of course,  but her heart rate is very high, and she has a fever, they keep saying “frail” and suggesting pneumonia.  Not only did they had her medical records but they  even had the x-ray she had had 4 days earlier and said it was clear.

Mom can’t hear and she has dementia, so she needs someone with her who understands all of this.  That is usually me and I’m good at it, as we have evolved to this.

They took her for another x-ray, and did the nasal swab for flu.  I didn’t want her out of my sight,  I need to translate, not really translate but sometimes I need to be her ears, her mind and her voice.

 There are so many people that come in and out to do a variety of things to and for mom and I have  explained the hearing and dementia numerous times, I just wanted to scream For Christ sake write this stuff at the top of the damn chart, and highlight it, it’s important stuff!!! 




All of a sudden the head nurse came over to the sliding glass door of the”booth” and taped a couple different papers to the outside of the glass and she walked away.  I went to see what the papers were…….

caution, contagious, droplets and contact; wear proper coverage

….. what does this mean?  


Tying to get up out of bed in ER

“I’m going to need to go to the bathroom”

“okay, well we need to call the nurse, hold on a minute”

I pressed the call button

After dressing in what looked like a hazmat suit the nurse came in and looking at mom , the nurse  spoke too softly

“how can I help you?”

so I answered for mom

“she need to use the bathroom, and I have a question about the signs on the door”

“well she can’t get up, your going to need to use the bedpan”

mom groaned (who wouldn’t)

After being summoned for the third visit to help mom to use the bedpan and the noticeable  (body language) impatience of the nurse, I just started to help mom with the bedpan  myself.

She requires patience,  she isn’t stupid, she has dementia,  so be kind to her, that face you are looking at has a history and a life story too and she’s my mom, so be patient with her.

Finally one of those bedpan visits the nurse did inform me that mom tested positive for the flu and the x-ray did show a little pneumonia, that is why the sign had to go on the door.

I found myself getting frustrated, and I’m scared.  I can’t leave her for a second either, she keeps forgetting that she has to stay in bed, she doesn’t understand why we are here.

“can’t we just go home?”

“we can’t yet mom and actually you are going to stay overnight”

groaning again and a sincere childlike sadness on her face

My heart breaks for her.

“Its okay, mom, I will stay with you”

with resignation



Three  demanding weeks have passed, after the week in the hospital and the two weeks in rehab mom will be coming home on Friday.

Things have changed for mom since we drove away that morning  in the ambulance.  Although mom has come a long way since then, I am realistic enough to understand that this is likely a permanent step back.

She no longer has her cane, she needs to use her walker.

She now will need oxygen at home and I will need to monitor her oxygen levels to be sure they stay above 90.

She can not get up without assistance and she can never be alone.  I may need to get a bed alarm.

We have new furniture too; a commode, it makes sitting and getting up from the toilet so much easier for her.

working hard at rehab


I do feel a lot better about the Form on the Fridge;

DNR does not mean that the patient will not be cared for.  I have included the link below to prevent the stress of knowing what the right thing is to do.  I have done a lot of reading over the past few weeks.  I have learned a lot and I honestly feel we all need to understand this emotional process so as not to panic that your loved one won’t get a simple thing like oxygen.

click here to understand the medical orders for life sustaining treatment order




DNH – DO NOT TRANSFER TO HOSPITAL  (unless needed for comfort)

So although we may have made a step backwards,  we still are making memories.

Easter visit at Rehab


afternoon tea with mom while in rehab

She Never Complains

“Oh,   it’s just a little tickle”

“How are you feeling mom?”

“oh fine”

I know I have mentioned this  before but mom NEVER complains. Let me be more specific about that, she never complains about her health or how she is feeling.  She does however complain about waiting in line for anything (and she makes loud comments about how slow people are),  the weather ( it is too hot , too cold, too wet, too humid),  technology (of course , how can she learn it all), the dogs barking  and lots more,  just not about herself or how she is feeling.

Moms immune system is amazing, always has been.   She receives her flu shot faithfully every year, she has had her pneumonia shot ( I think that is every 10 years) she also had the whooping cough booster.  She does not take any medication other that a vitamin B12. That is impressive for a woman in her 90th year.

I have mentioned in previous posts my concern about her diet and nutrition, that is due, in part to her lack of appetite.   There is serious evidence that appetite loss going hand in hand with dementia and Alzheimer disease. She does drink her (ensure + ) shakes, when I place them in front of her, and I try to force her to drink water, by reminding her constantly, I keep her cup next to her all the time. Still a challenge.

I believe I have also mentioned her stubbornness, but did I ever mention she was  a nurse?  That is how her and daddy met. (story for another time) So just like a nurse and a mother, she cares for others and puts her own needs last.   Still.

nurse mom
So pretty and so young


When someone you know has a cold or isn’t feeling well,  you know it, I mean they sound funny ( congestion makes us sound funny) for one thing,   and of course the nose blowing  and groaning, for some. But sometimes they are just out of sorts,  just like with a child you have to try to figure it out .  This is how it is with mom now, I have to try to figure it out.

She  slouches in her chair slightly and pulls her afghan up around her neck

“are you ok mom, do you need anything?”

“no, I’m just cold”

She has a slight fever, (99.8).  I warmed her corn bag for her and put it under her afghan so it could help to warm her up a bit.  Give her some Motrin and force liquids.

regardless of how she feels she really only ever says

“oh fine”

one time recently she said

“eh just not 100%”

So how do you know and how can you tell what’s wrong or what hurts, other than the obvious I mean.  I have to ask very specific questions, even then I don’t get a good answer.

“does your head hurt mom”

“no not really”

what does “not really” even  mean. What I think it means is that, it does hurt but not too bad or at least not enough for her to say it outloud.

And when I say her short term memory is bad,  it is these situations when it becomes a real problem.   I mean she can be coughing a lot one minute with obvious chest congestion ….

”goodness mother that is an awful cough, how are you feeling”

seconds to process and she forgets she has a cough.

“Oh,  it’s just a little tickle”

Bob and I were discussing my concerns and he made it clear I should be concerned

“she must be feeling pretty bad, she hasn’t had a cookie in days”

we chuckled,  but there is a lot of truth to that.  Mom always eats a cookie after her meals, even if she doesn’t finish her meal she still allows herself the treat.


It is so much harder to do anything when you are not feeling well, everything seems to be so much more difficult to accomplish, even getting dressed.   Mom gets understandably frustrated, and when she gets frustrated she mumbles clearly

“oh for Christ sake”

That is my cue to go and assist her.  Today I told her that I am thinking that she thinks  my new name is Oh For Christ Sake. She chuckled. I love that I can still make her chuckle, even when we are both under the weather.

Mom is so weak these days ( but even more so when she is sick) that she has a hard time pulling her pants up, imagine when you get that weak, how helpless you must feel. Because she is sick,  and she is coughing a lot, that is causing  a lot of other problems. When you cough you pee, usually simultaneously.   (Often times that peeing gets on the chair, so when she gets up to go to her room, I wash the chair and put a towel down) When you pee you need to change your clothes.  When you need to change your clothes, you need to walk to your room. When you walk into your room you need to take out dry clothes to put on. Before you put on your dry clothes, you need to take off the ones you currently have on.  Once your wet clothes are off and your dry clothes are on you need to get back to your chair. (somewhere during this process, I will here my name, “oh for Christ sake”, and I will go assist her) So coughing is a lot more complicated than just a cough.

Okay so she is all snuggled back in her chair, wish fresh clothes and fresh water and she taps the arm of the chair and encourages Rookie to come up on her lap.  Rookie jumped but moms arm was in the wrong spot and Rookies claw caught moms skin and tore it like paper.

“oh damn”

she never talks like that

“its OK, I’ll fix it”

as I was washing  and covering her newest cut , she looked at me

“I’m a mess, huh”

“right now, yes, we both are mom”


2 days of this and then….

A trip to the doctor and the clinic for her chest x-ray (still  waiting on those results) picked up her antibiotic (concerns about a lung infection)  and back home. She is resting again.


She is weak and shaky so I didn’t trust her to walk to bed on her own so I assisted her in her evening shuffle to bed

”what would I do with out you?”

a lump catches in my throat, (it is the second time in recent days she has said this) and it is a second before I can respond

“good thing we don’t need to worry about that mom”




Stubborn Insecurities

“yes, I didn’t know where you were”

” Deb?”

seconds later and a little louder in her weak voice


“what mom, what’s the matter”

“where are you?”

“I’m right here, bringing in firewood, what wrong?”

“nothing, I just didn’t know where you were”

“okay, I’ll be right in”

A few minutes later, it’s  the same scene,

She does not like me to be too far away from her these days.  She checks for me often.  If I’m in the office or my sewing nook downstairs , she calls to me.


“I’m down here mom”

“okay, just checking”

Sometimes, if I’m sewing, she comes down and joins me and she curls up on the couch in the heat of the wood stove and she nods off. (that’s my favorite, so I know where she is too )

So many people comment about the stubborn people in their families. We all have them,  or we are them. (sorry, about the grammar)   I think stubbornness could be misunderstood some of the time. As people age, what we perceive sometimes  as being stubborn is actually their  insecurity.

Mom carts a lot around with her everyday, 3 bags.   She has her pocket book (1) cram packed with, I don’t even know what.   The other bag (2)   is a cloth like shopping bag, in that  one she has a few  word search books (most have a pen or pencil stuck in the binding), incontinence pads, tissues ( always so many tissues) and a few other odds and ends.  The  small bag (3) fits inside the larger bag,  in that one are more tissues (again, for her ever running nose) and she has a few skeins of her crochet cotton and a crochet hook,  (which she never uses)

“mom, why don’t you leave the bags here, or take just the smaller one with you”


“well it is a lot to carry everyday”

she defensively, almost panicky replies

“no, I want it with me, I might have a few minutes to crochet, I just want to have it with me”


“okay, just thought I’d mention it”

I would never  battle with her over it, I mean,  it is a pain in the neck to carry her bags around.  I know she isn’t being stubborn, it goes deeper than that, you can see it on her face.   I think it is a secure feeling, to have the familiar things with her, things  that she thinks she needs or should have.  She has always carried at least her pocket book, but now she insists on  the extra bags too.   Mind you, she isn’t the one to  carry them, her bus driver carries them to the bus and when I get her off the bus I carry them into the house.  She does, however,  have them hanging on the arm of her chair at day care everyday.  She has forgotten her cane, but never her bags.   So she has all of this luggage to take with her and she feels good about it.

There once was a day where she could pack for 7 of us for a weekend at camp and have it all in the car with all seven people and we fit comfortably – so she once packed lightly.

I wish I knew what she was thinking about when she insists on bringing her bags because, she does not use anything from any of the bags  except for  the tissues.   But really, so what if  she carries a few extra  bags around wherever she goes, I don’t think that it is just that she is being stubborn, I believe it gives her that sense of comfort.


Mom has been walking with a cane for a very long time.  I believe at first it was for security.  One year when Bruce was here visiting he wanted to bring Mom to Fenway for a game so she brought her cane  (it was new at the time and we had to walk a little ways). The staff  and security at Fenway Park treated mom  like a queen, she got to cut in line and go through the large gate they opened for her, none of the rest of us could go just her.  fenway bruce nate and mom

I think Barbara was the one to encourage Mom to use a cane way back , she even bought her a pretty pink flowered one. So over the past 20 years she has grown familiar with the use of a cane.

When the insurance and health care, committee, I’ll call them, came to evaluate moms mobility they told her she should be using a walker. One was provided for her through her insurance.    Mom would push the walker out of her way and wobbly walk around it to get where she wanted to be.

“Mom, you’re suppose to be using that”

”oh, I’m just going to the bathroom”

”I understand, but that is the point, your suppose to use it”

” oh, it’s too bulky”

and it went like that for a very long time, months. So I finally folded it up ant put it in the closet.

Every once in a while I bring it out and try to encourage her to use it, but she still pushes it out of her way and now even wobblier walks around it.

Is she being stubborn? I mean I believe that the stubbornness lies in her genes, and she definitely has that gene, but is that refusal to use her walker just being stubborn or is it more?

I have noticed lately when we are walking to the car or into the house she reaches  for  my hand with her free hand and uses her cane with the other, similar to the security of a walker, dang it.   But it is  another change and one more thing she would  need  to adjust too.   Again, the cane is familiar to her, it is what she understands.  Not stubbornness alone but also security in the familiar.





I reply but she can’t hear

“yup mom, I”m in the office”

I hear the back door open and I know she is going out on the deck looking for me.


I come out of the office  and up the stairs

“mom, are you looking for me?”


I’m never far from her.

I still remember as a child the comfort that I found just hearing the dishes clanging in the kitchen, or the cabinets closing and opening as she bustled about the kitchen.  I loved the noise of the vacuum when I laid sick on the couch. There is so much comfort just knowing that the person that cares for you is close by.  I had the best  secure and comforting childhood (12 and under) and  I knew where mom was all of the time.

When she calls out to me, tying to find me around the house, I equate her need to know where I am, to what  I felt as a child.  That she must need that same  comfort and security that she once  provided for me.

“yes, I didn’t know where you were”

“I am in the office doing some work, I’ll be right up”


I look at her and I still see my secure  independent mom – but her behavior shows me something else.  I hope I can provide the same comfort that she provided for me.








An Unexpected Relationship

“I can watch your mom”

“Mom, Bob and I are going out tomorrow night and Rosellen is coming over to stay with you”

her face softens

”oh okay, she is such a sweet girl”

”I agree, we are very lucky to have her”


I don’t leave Mom alone anymore. Well, that is not entirely true, I have.  I have run to the grocery store or post office  if she is settled in her chair.  But it’s a short trip and I’m a nervous wreck the whole time. For the most part though,  I stay home  with her or I take her with me wherever I go.  When I do have the opportunity to attend an event that doesn’t interest Mom, or that she is unable to participate in – I have found the perfect solution.



rosellen 3


There is so much talk about teenagers and young adults these days that is not always positive. I work with teenagers and young adults and I believe most are good just like  I feel most adults are good.   Some students (teenagers/young adults), however, stand out from the others.  To emphasize this  I must tell you  about an extraordinary (so understated) teenager/young adult that mom has developed a very special relationship with.

I may have mentioned some of this in an earlier post,  I apologize if it is repetitive, that appears to always be the  theme around here.

Last year I wanted to take a class which was on Thursday nights for 8 weeks and I was trying to promote this evening class to my students…

”would anyone be interested in taking a bee class (raising honeybees) with me?”

There was some  interest and there was a little discussion about the bee class.   I clarified that my attendance was contingent on finding a mom sitter,  and  I was half kidding, half serious.

”if you don’t want to take the bee class with me , would you want to watch my mom while I take the class?”

I didn’t expect an answer. I didn’t really think they were listening.  I continued  with class.

”I can watch your mom.”

Rosellen came to me after class and stated quite simply.

“I can watch your mom”

I was so surprised that someone responded and so pleasantly surprised that it was Rosellen.

The best analogy that I have about leaving mom is when you leave  your child  with a babysitter for the first time.  You want to get out but you are also still concerned about the well being of your child.  You check on them several times by calling the sitter. You know what I mean.  Those of you with kids know the feeling.  That is how I felt leaving mom with someone too.  Don’t get me wrong, I want to go out.   But I take care of mom the best.  Will someone else care for her the same as I do?  There are some things that I  think mom could be embarrassed about so I would want someone to be discreet.  What if she falls?  What if she chokes?  

We planned a meeting with Rosellen.  She  came over  with her mom to meet mom. (great family, I have had most of her siblings as students and I loved them and I loved her mom immediately.)  Rosellen’s grandmother had lived with her for a while before her passing and so Rosellen was quite familiar with the concerns that I had about leaving mom.  She understood  and reassured me about everything I brought up and her mom also reassured me about Rosellen’s abilities.   Rosellen talked to mom, made sure she knew that it was all about her, she asked her questions and sincerely listened to moms answers.   I felt very good about the meeting.

We all agreed that it was going to be a good arrangement.  That was a year ago.

I took the bee class and I also raise honeybees now.  More importantly Rosellen was interested in continuing coming to  stay with mom if I were to go out.

I’ll text Rosellen to check on her availability.   I really don’t go out very often, maybe once every six or eight weeks, really.  Sometimes she is available and other times she isn’t,  but either way it has been a fantastic arrangement for all.

Rosellen arrives and cheerily greets Mom

rosellen and mom

”Hi Mrs.  King, I haven’t seen you in a long time how are you?”

You know how you can see so much in people’s eyes, well Mom is easy for me to read through her eyes and I see her eyes brighten as she responds to Rosellen.

”oh, I’m  pretty good”

Rosellen is there for mom in every way. She never acts like mom isn’t capable of anything but instead she builds moms confidence.

They have developed the  sweetest relationship.  Mom looks forward to seeing Rosellen.  I know because I see it in her eyes and hear it in her voice when she knows Rosellen is coming over.

Mom will “wait up” ( asleep in her chair ) for us to get home, which is cute.

“I’m afraid I wasn’t good company for her tonight”

Rosellen looked at me and looked at mom  and smiled

“yes you were, we had dinner and we chatted a little and we watched a little T.V., it was fine, you only fell asleep the last hour”


….and they hug good night.










Hindered Hobbies

“I better get busy on dishcloths”

“I was so mad when Jackie Caulicout was chosen to sing at graduation”


” we both sang, and there were 2 events,  class night and graduation, I would have preferred graduation but I got class night and she got to sing at graduation.”

high school graduation
moms high school graduation


Mom has had so many hobbies and interests; music and singing were right up there at the top of her hobby list along with,  gardening, reading, traveling,  crocheting, crossword puzzles, and so much more.   She struggles to do all of them.  

Mom had a beautiful voice, she took  voice lessons at  Boston Conservatory, she use to sing at weddings,  I mean, she could sing and sing well.  She loved music.  She played the piano and organ her whole life.  I still think she can play when she sits at a keyboard, maybe not perfectly but she can tap out a recognizeable tune.  She will try to sing along in any musical situation and wants to sing on key, when she cant, she just stops.  Her voice is weak and cracks a lot so she feels unable to sing around others.  She does sing for the little ones though,  so” 2 little blackbirds”,  “pat- a- cake” and “rock a bye baby” have become  my favorite songs that she sings.





When we see old people who have lost the abilities to do so many things,  I dont think we always realize that they have a variety of history which includes their hobbies. The things they once enjoyed doing they can not longer do.  The things they looked forward to doing. The things that when they were working and raising families they didn’t have time to do.  Hobbies.  Hindered now by their physical and congnitive abilities.

So moms beautiful singing, has been replaced with lullibies and tapping out “A” “B” “C” on the piano.  I try to play music more often at home so she can at least hear what she once enjoyed.


Just stirring from her after dinner nap

“What time is it?”

“It is 7:30 “

“ohhh, I might as well get comfortable in my bed.”

“okay mom, good night, Ill come and tuck you in”

“I’ll probably read for a little while .”

She doesn’t read.

The  church newsletter  arrived and she picked it up to read it,  her hands tremble so much that she can not find the words as they dance around..  It seems like a very long time  that she spends  sitting and staring at that paper.   I can only  hope she has read at least some of it.  Even after she reads it,  the newsletter, or anything , she will forget she has read it and attempt the process once more.

Often we read to mom, not a whole book or anything, but tidbits of information, brief articles from the paper, the church newsletter and even a new recipe.

Such an avid reader at one time, with a wide range of interests.  Reading was one of her favorite hobbies.  Books or gift certificates to get books has always been  a great gift idea for mom. We would frequently go to the used book store with a bag full of books she had read and trade them in for  yet another bag full to be read.  She had an incredible range of interests,  religions, romance novels. She would read about places and people, from Royals and Bette White, to training your dog with Ceasar Milan.

“what are you reading mom?”

“I forget,   I’m sure it will come back to me as soon as I  read a couple if pages.”

“what about the quote book I got you for Christmas, it’s beside your bed.  I thought you might enjoy it.”

The book is 365 positive quotes, they are very short quotes.  I love the book, it is quite positive and I was hoping it could hold her interest long enough for her to read and retain at least one short quote or a  piece of a quote or part of what she had read.

quote book

It was a couple years ago when I realized she was just not reading or if she was then  she was not comprehending.     I would go her room to tuck her in or  to turn out her light  and she would be there with a book open on her chest and she was fast asleep.  Oh, I know, who hasn’t done that, right.   I know, but that was not the sign she was not reading or comprehending.    The next night it was a different book, opened to the middle of the book.  Every once in a while she will retrieve a previously read book from the bookcase.

“I think I’ll read this book , I don’t know why I haven’t read it yet.It was in the bookcase”

For years we both read every night, we would share our books with each other before we went to purchase or trade them  in for more.  We have not bought or traded any books in a few years.

She doesn’t read.

What can you replace reading with?


Mom has traveled all over the country, often times by herself.  I already told you about her last trip to Florida to see Scot, so she can no longer travel alone.

How do you replace travel?


Mom started really crocheting a lot  when she quit smoking (another admirable trait). (She didn’t really smoke very long either, and  back when she started smoking it was the so called cool thing to do and she was, well,  she was cool.)

Crocheting, they say,  is a lost art. Mom has crochet for at least 50 years, but most of it has been in the last 30 years.  She has made such beautiful afghans, sweaters, mittens, stuffed animals, curtains (I loved my curtains, she made me) and so much more.  She taught me to crochet a long time ago, but I did not do anywhere as much as she did.   I’m trying to find pictures of some of her best work.


I first noticed her having  difficulty with crocheting  about the same time everything else started falling apart, a few years back.


“This is the third time I have ripped this out, these directions are to confusing.”

“let me look, see if I can help”

I would read her the pattern from the book as she would crochet the item.  Eventually I would just complete the difficult parts for her.  Her abilities evolved to only being able to complete the simplest pattern or stitch.

“I should get busy on making dishcloths.”

”everyone loves them, that’s for sure”

Her heart and intent are  as always is in the right place, and she carries her crochet bag , with her hook and crochet cotton with her everyday when she goes to daycare, still.   I have mentioned that maybe she should just leave that bag home since she really doesn’t have time to work on dishcloths at daycare, but she insists.

“you never know when, I might get a chance to work on it”

She has not made a dishcloth in well over a year, she can’t.

How do you replace crocheting?


A few years back, quite a few now.

“I guess I just don’t watch enough T.V. ,  I am having a hard time with the crossword this week.”

Slowly crossword puzzles transitioned to word searches  ( she will still carry her word search books with her, in the same bag as her crocheting) and now  that has been replaced with the coloring.


She is unable to  garden, travel,  play the piano, crochet a new dishcloth, or complete a crossword,  due to either her cognitive or physical limitations.

Do  we attempt to find new hobbies that  fit with her new  (lesser) abilities?  Are her interests even the same as they once were?  How do I concentrate on what she can do, when I only see her losing her ability to do all the things she loved doing?  What now?  

  Old age has a very cruel side.


watching the chickens or looking at photos  (replaces reading?)

mom picking weeds
picking the grass out between the rocks  (replaces gardening?)







“are you ready for some football?”

“Big day today Mom”


“Because it is the Super Bowl”

“Oh, Whoopie”




Mom loves baseball and really understood the game quite, well, football is a different story altogether.

When Rob was staying with us for a while, he tried so often to explain the details of the game – Mom still could not  get into it at all. Me, on the other hand started getting very interested!



“Want some Super Bowl snacks Mom?”

“Of course, when did you ever know me to say no to food?”

“Are you ready for some football?”




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