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panader0
(25,816 posts)He couldn't remember my name so he just called me Buster. Miss you dad....
oldandhappy
(6,719 posts)My dad had dementia and we had some conversations along this line. Tugs at my heart.
auntAgonist
(17,252 posts)I so wish we'd have had days like this near the end ...
My MIL was affectionately called Mama by my husband and she even looked like this sweet lady ...
RIP Carol / Mama
Scruffy Rumbler
(961 posts)It was a sunny autumn day. The decision had just been made that I and my partner would be moving back to give her and my sister a home. It was just Mom and I on the deck. At the time, she used her eye sight as the reason she could not recognize people. We had just established our relationship (mother/son). At about the 1:33 mark, when the mother realizes she has connected the person in front of her with the right memories of the person... my mom got that look just before saying, "Scruffy, no matter what else I forget, I will always remember you." Broke my heart wide open! Still makes me cry just thinking about it.
I am so thankful my mother had my sister living with her and sharing life. They shared the same bed. My mother would wake up at night, terrified, confused, wondering where she was. My sister was always there willing and ready to comfort her.
Sometimes she would be funny. After the 20 to 60 minute going to bed routine, depending on how many times Mom would stop and look at her nick knacks, sis would just get the lights out and begin drifting to sleep and Mom would ask, "Do you think we could get some food in this joint?" My wise sister began keeping bananas in the bedroom. There were many times they would be siting on the edge of the bed having bananas at midnight!
Rug, Thanks so much for this. That is pure joy and love on both their faces when they both realize the mother has made the correct connections between memory and reality.