A shell now embodies who she was
The oyster barren
Where once there held a pearl
Harvested too soon
The game of hide and seek
I search for someone
Who doesn’t know she’s lost
I am a bystander who
Holds the moments of clarity
The laughter, conversation
Witnessing the changes as the minutes tick by
Those of us called the care warriors
Have a larger role than most
Not just tending to the physical
But the mental side as well
We hold what is said inside
Words that can splinter our souls
Blazoned in our memories
They mix with words of love
That we once heard
Before the journey began
So many difficult moments
Our hearts stretched in every way
Dealing with accusations or insults
Telling ourselves this is not them
The disease thats taken them from us
The disease that sees them change
But blood is thicker than water
And love is thicker than blood
So we’ll walk the journey with them
From beginning to the end
So sorry, Jen. 💕 I just saw my sister through terminal cancer. This is very, very difficult. Take care. *Hugs*
Hang in there, J 🙂
it’s so very, very hard. you’re right when you say, it’s the disease, and not your loved one that you hear and see. when you know and love someone so well, that is why it is so very hard to be there during this transition. hugs and more hugs, b
Jen, I don’t know what words to use to comfort you about this. I just recently watched the movie, “Away from Her” and finally got a sense of how devastating the loss of memory and personality is to those around the person who suffers from them. Your mum loved you and you just need to remember that, is all I can think of to say. As Beth said, hugs, hugs, hugs.
❤️sending loving thoughts
YOU are so very much love. ❤ It's so hard to see the person you love, stolen from you bit by bit. But that person loves you so very much.
So difficult, Jen. You’re a daughter and a half. Hang on in there. The woman she was is just hidden.x
Ah. Dear friend, I wish you all the strength that you need.
It’s a beautiful poem cherishing a person and more than that, a relation… and as you say, “we’ll walk the journey with them/From beginning to the end”.
Wish you the best of strength and courage, Jen.
Your poem in three short verses paints a powerful picture. ❤ ❤
Back at you double. ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
My darling, sending you love and strength. You are holding a lot, and that space is sometimes the hardest place to be because you carry what was and what now is, holding them side by side seeing all of those changes. She loves you, amidst her battle, she knows you are there, so is she. I walk with you all the way
Gone gone where has she gone
Turned and fled to days bygone.
No of us mean what we did before
Gone she is gone to him on the far off shore.
So hard to watch as your heart breaks. Sending you a HUG take care of yourself xo
Your inner strength and love will keep things together. Pulling from all the love you received, you will make all feel better. Your memories are so wonderful, enough to help your daughters to support their loving visits, too. Music and pictures help my Mom, too. ♡♡♡♡ your training is being put to use! 🙂
Hugs and kisses. Mwah!
My Mom has dementia where she has angry fits and embarrasses me in front of medical personnel and her acquaintances where she lives but the difference is, of course, she shows remorse later. Much clearer in am and worse as the day goes by. . . When I took it personally, I would cry or a few times say, “You are being mean to your only daughter.” Now, I just get silent or hold her hand or hug her. xoxo I feel your pain, Jen, even though different pains. ♡
Jen ♡ Thinking about you on a sunny warm day, grandson leaning on me watching Sunday cartoons. Catching up with blogs but always afraid I will miss a new post. Love you, you funny, serious special writer of reality and fantasy. Thanks for being “You!”
❤ You hug and love and peek at the memories. Take the good moments as treasures. I hope you have those.
I hope that there will be at least even fleeting moments of pure connection that can still be grasped, through shared music, poetry or just a simple touch. jx
A tough journey indeed Jenny, your parents are so fortunate to have you by their side…
Heart-wrenching. My best wishes to you.
Here’s hoping you’ll check out my blog too at https://thewhimsicalandwanderingsoul.wordpress.com/
ah, Jenny…. ~
I hear every word you are saying xx
Thank you Lisa, for reading your kind words & following. Appreciated. x❤️
I watched my mom go through this – it’s heartbreaking – much love to you x
Thank you sweety. I’m sorry that you went through this. Such an insidious disease, we can only hope they find a cure. Hugs ❤️