Good morning! My abject apologies for having left you without a laugh or a groan for yesterday! As my Cousin told me, I should have pulled over in the Drop-Off lane at the airport and whipped out a blog for you as Mom went on her merry way to Florida. Sorry! My muse and […]
As my 96 year-old mother prepares to leave for Florida to join her hubby Al, I don’t know if she will return. Images of illnesses, or falls, or injuries float through my mind. But, to be honest, most of us in the family are already taking bets on WHEN she will return, not IF. Like […]
A friend sent me a lengthy article on the problems faced by caregivers. I would attach the site for you, but I didn’t remember to save it after printing out the article. I’m sure there are dozens of such sites on the Internet since there are so many of us Baby Boomers caring for our […]
If you can believe it, in all her 96 years, Mom has never been a accosted by a panhandler. She has been mugged. A couple of times, I think. Once, after getting $3,000 (a ridiculous sum) out of an ATM in Washington, D.C., a man grabbed her purse, jerked it off her arm, knocking her […]
“You’re making me so dependent,” Mom said yesterday as I brought her breakfast tray. She wasn’t really complaining. Sort of a backhanded thank you for bringing her meal. I thought about that for a while. Probably true. And probably not a good idea to do everything for her, considering the fact that she will […]
As children, we are conditioned to obey. It’s just who we are. It’s the track our child-brains will follow, like flocks of geese flying south or like lemmings going over a cliff. A friend told me about her mother who now lives with her. Her mom insists on opening the mail—all of it—then hiding […]
I try. Honest I do. But it’s just not enough. Mom is stuck in her trailer, nice though it is, (we’re not talking trailer trash here), but she doesn’t have any way to get out, go for a ride, go visit, go shopping—nothing, unless I take her. She can, sort of, walk up to the […]
It’s the dadburn new technology that makes life difficult for my 96 year-old mother. That, and memory loss. Her phone rang yesterday morning. Fumbling for her phone, desperate at the sound, shoving hands into pockets, grabbing for her purse, unzipping zippers, finally turning it upside down, she at last found the phone. Too late. It […]
And a good day was had by all. Sunday Mom had the energy to get up after our outing on Saturday. For which I am grateful. Even when she called at 6:30 am to ask if I could take her to her church. She wanted to say goodbye to all her friends before leaving for […]
“But I’m going to miss you so much!” My 96 year-old mother was as close to tears as she ever gets. I had gone out to check on her after getting back from Houston at 10 o’clock at night after a meeting and dinner that made me late getting home. She was distraught and […]