Hi there
My dear mum has been getting a lot worse recently and I have been finding it really difficult to deal with. A friend at work gave me a book full of true, short stories "Chicken Soup for the Woman's Soul" which had a beautiful story which I found I could relate to and thought I would share a paragraph with you:
"This disease has quickly stolen the woman I once knew. She had always taken such an active role in life, and now she sits so still. I read a poem once, 'To my Alzheimer's Mother,' that puts this idea to words beautifully:
Sweet Mother with your bright blue eyes
Seeing you empty - how my heart cries
My mother may not remember all that she did to impact my life, but I have not forgotten. The hardest thing for me is learning to love the mother I have now while still enjoying the memories of who she used to be. I pray for her almost every night, but my prayers have changed. I used to pray, "Lord, let them find a cure." Now I simply ask, "Lord, just let her be happy in her own world, as she made me happy in mine." Sometimes, almost hoping that she will somehow hear me, I whisper, "I love you mum, I miss you" (Sasha Williams)
Even though it makes me cry every time I read these words, it just makes me realise that so many people have the same feelings and I am not alone. I feel very alone at the moment as my dad and sister seem to be able to accept it now, but I just can't. I think it is because I am only 23 and feel I have been robbed of so many precious years that I should have with her. I miss her more than I can put into words...
My dear mum has been getting a lot worse recently and I have been finding it really difficult to deal with. A friend at work gave me a book full of true, short stories "Chicken Soup for the Woman's Soul" which had a beautiful story which I found I could relate to and thought I would share a paragraph with you:
"This disease has quickly stolen the woman I once knew. She had always taken such an active role in life, and now she sits so still. I read a poem once, 'To my Alzheimer's Mother,' that puts this idea to words beautifully:
Sweet Mother with your bright blue eyes
Seeing you empty - how my heart cries
My mother may not remember all that she did to impact my life, but I have not forgotten. The hardest thing for me is learning to love the mother I have now while still enjoying the memories of who she used to be. I pray for her almost every night, but my prayers have changed. I used to pray, "Lord, let them find a cure." Now I simply ask, "Lord, just let her be happy in her own world, as she made me happy in mine." Sometimes, almost hoping that she will somehow hear me, I whisper, "I love you mum, I miss you" (Sasha Williams)
Even though it makes me cry every time I read these words, it just makes me realise that so many people have the same feelings and I am not alone. I feel very alone at the moment as my dad and sister seem to be able to accept it now, but I just can't. I think it is because I am only 23 and feel I have been robbed of so many precious years that I should have with her. I miss her more than I can put into words...