When I visited mom almost two years ago, she repeated the same questions frequently, but still seemed to know me. She still seemed like the mom I knew. Last May when my husband and I went back for a visit she was still a very cheerful and friendly person, but I think she saw us just as some nice visitors. It's a sad thing to see someone you love slipping away like this. She has given so much to me and others around her. She loved to write, and for a while put out a newsletter full of inspirational material. She also loved to paint and took watercolor classes at a local college for awhile.
Dementia is becoming such a common thing these days. I think this is because we are living so much longer. But the thing I want to keep in mind is that my mom is still there. I mean her "real self". Her eternal spirit. And she would want me and all those that love her to know that she still loves us. If this ever happens to me, I want my children to know that this condition is only temporary. When we arrive in Heaven we will once again know and love each other with a more perfect love than we can imagine here. God still has us safely in the palm of His hand no matter what satan may throw at us. And I do believe that dementia, as well as all sickness, comes from the enemy of God. (I have to believe that if Jesus healed EVERYONE who came to Him, then He isn't in the business of giving sickness.Sometimes our faith just isn't strong enough to receive that healing. And sometimes others need to pray for us when we're weak.) NOTHING can separate us from God's love if we belong to Him. We win in the end, praise God!
So, I will remember my mama as she was and pray for her protection each day. My step-dad is a hero, as far as I'm concerned, and is taking great care of her. He turns 82, I believe, next month! I trust him completely to make the difficult decisions ahead, and I hope he will also take care of himself and not try to do the impossible. Are you listening, Glenn? :)
I have some shelves in my bathroom which I've filled with things that I like to look at. The second shelf from the top contains things that my mom has made or sent to me over the years. It helps me to remember who she really is, and who she will be again...only better.
Some little decoupaged boxes.
A watercolor painting of a potato vine that grew in her yard.
Other cute knick-knacks she made.
(The little Korean plaque on the bottom shelf is a gift from my sons. It spells out love in Korean and they bought it on a trip to South Korea they took a couple of years ago.)
Just wanting to talk about my mom. I really feel that God doesn't put us into families just by chance. He doesn't give us these people to love only to separate us forever in Heaven. I think we will know and love each other there, and we can take comfort in that. My mom shared a scripture with me a few years back, and I think she shared it for such a time as this. Though she's still alive physically, I think a certain part of her has gone on ahead of her body and is safely with God. The scripture is this:
"The righteous perish, and no one ponders it in his heart;
devout men are taken away,
and no one understands
that the righteous are taken away
to be spared from evil.
Those who walk uprightly
enter into peace;
they find rest as they lie in death." (Isaiah 57:1-2 NIV)
I find this very reassuring. Thanks, Mama!