We always had so many fun birthday celebrations so I was very sad. I
decided to go eat at her favorite BBQ restaurant and took her with me by
wearing her family ring (the kind that has birthstones of family
members). That way, Dad and Sis were with us too. (They both passed in
1993.)
Now today I am sad again - Mom mentioned pumpkin pie a couple of weeks
before she died. I told her we would have to get one when they had them
for Halloween. The grocery ad today has pumpkin pie.
Guess there will always be something to make me sad - especially during
the holidays.
I miss my family so much!
Thanks for being here for me!
Lynn
Lynn, when I get to missing my mother, I often find a quiet space, and I
talk to her. I say "Oh mom, I do miss you so much..... I wish you could
see the new grandbaby......" etc. etc. and then I say a few buddhist
prayers and I feel better. I go on with my day. Yesterday was my mom's
birthday, so I celebrated by getting together with my father and my sister
for a nice lunch. It helped a little.
--
Evelyn
"Even as a mother protects with her life her only child, So with a boundless
heart let one cherish all living beings." --Sutta Nipata 1.8
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It's in the bedroom she had here. That is where I have been going to
talk to her. It truly does help a bit. She always loved to sit in that
chair.
Mom's passing is harder for me to accept than any of the others were.
Perhaps because she is the last one? (I do have my daughter and
grandson - what would I do without them?)
I even had to do CPR on Daddy until the paramedics got there but nothing
could be done to save him.
He came to me in a dream later and waved as he used to do when he walked
by my house. I took that as a sign that he was OK and knew I could not
save him. That was healing to me.
Lynn
I have so much respect for anyone caring for a Dementia patient now. I
certainly never thought I would be one of them.
It was suggested in this group that I get the book "36 Hour Day". One
passage in there will never leave my mind. It suggests that dementia is
like a lamp with a loose light bulb. It flickers on and off. How true
that is with the mind of a Dementia patient.
May you find the patience and strength needed to continue in the care of
your Mother.
Lynn