WHAT I CHOOSE TO REMEMBER
For the past six years dementia has quickly taken my mom’s memories, her mind, her movements, her speech, and her body. Dementia has broken my heart more times than I can count when her eyes don’t flicker any recognition when I kneel before her or when she stopped showing any sort of emotion.
The past six years have been overwhelmingly emotional and heartbreaking, but I want to remember her as the mom who gave me stink eye when I disappointed her, the mom who clapped at my piano recitals, the mom who yelled encouragement at my cross country meets, and the mom who hugged me when I was sad.
Her days are limited, and my heart breaks even though I’m ready — and at peace — for God to bring her into His kingdom. I’m sad for so many reasons, but most of all, I just miss my mom.
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