If you look closely you can see the steam on his glasses. I pour the taste of morning. He pours gratitude. “Thank you. Thank you Baby. Thank you Tootsie.” Behind his head…
Waking on this World Alzheimer’s Day, I hear Momma mewling through the wall. A bed rail and a body pillow keep her tucked beside my father who still, by the grace of this morning,…
Momma had another seizure this morning following 2 days of inconsolable, raving hallucinations. She’s been under hospice care the past 2 months and, until this event, had been showing signs of improvement…
We were at the podiatrist’s office the other day and Dad was in a silly mood. He was making faces at the nurse behind her back, and we both had to suppress…
Waiting for Roger who will drive Dad to his day program. He and I are having this conversation as I feed Momma her breakfast: “Now where will they be taking me today?…
“I love her so much. I am overwhelmed I just love her so much.” -Dad • Home. And feeling exactly this way. My love for them is crashing through me. The tide…
Dad tried telling me the other day that Momma was due for some medical appointments. He assured me this with such clarity and conviction, I believed for a fleeting moment that time…
My mom wasn’t my best friend. We had a really difficult relationship through my childhood up until I got out from under her roof in my mid-twenties. When I returned to my…
You cannot force this disease into submission, no matter how much anger your exhaustion riles after another sleepless night. Or if there was sleep, it came in choppy waves of fitful delusions…
