My Mom has been slowly forgetting things. We always
were aware that she had trouble from time to time finding the right word to use
and that it took her longer to tell a story. We had assumed it was because she
had a stoke a few years back
But then other signs started to emerge like paying twice
on the same bill, not remembering what drawer she kept her shorts in and
forgetting if she put salt in what she was cooking.
It’s been rather sad seeing a rather independent
vibrant women become so dependent on even the simple things. However, one thing hasn’t changed her upbeat,
happy disposition. Even though she’s
losing her memory she still is in a good mood. She has no other choice.
If there’s one thing loss of memory has taught me it’s
that living in the moment is a happy place to be. My Mom has no worries - she
can’t remember them, which forces to be in the only place she can be, in the
moment. Lesson learned.
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