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.