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Creating A Last Memory With My Mom
Preparing For The Day She Doesn’t Remember Me
My mother has been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease.
When I was growing up, my Granddad had Alzheimer’s. I was too young to have any memories of before he was sick. I remember him chasing me out of my own house with a broom when I was about seven year’s old. I remember visiting him in the nursing home, watching my Nana feed him and wipe the dribble off his chin.
Luckily, my boys are old enough to have created great memories with my mom.
I have forty years of memories.
I will never forget coming home from school and sitting on the step with her while she asked about my day. I’ll remember the soft feel of her fingers. I’ll remember how much she loved to dance and let loose at parties. I’ll remember how fearless she was as she went skydiving.
Most of all, I’ll remember her big heart.
Next month, I’m supposed to go visit my parents. I live all the way across the country from them, and only get to see them about once a year.
This may be my last chance to create some memories with her while she still remembers who I am.
I know it won’t be the same as my other visits.