What a lovely way for your mum to introduce you to her friends. I suppose this reversal of roles isn’t uncommon.
But it was a bit different with my mum before her passing: words weren’t forgotten or lost per se. Rather, the English language would disappear altogether, episodically, and either Russian or/and German, even in the same sentence, would begin to articulate her thoughts and memories of the moment. Luckily, the German was easily understood; but the Russian was a bit more difficult to translate for me. In the end, even when she stopped talking in any audible language, she still shone with happiness and love, and everyone who visited her towards the end, understood her every gesture. Thanks
So powerful and yet gentle at the same time...kind of like a hug where we are putting changing and aging and loss and love around ourselves and squeezing. Thank you Phyllis.
Been there. Love the way you brought it home. Dementia, or that word for when mama forgets. You know, the word. Granddaddy had it too.
What a lovely way for your mum to introduce you to her friends. I suppose this reversal of roles isn’t uncommon.
But it was a bit different with my mum before her passing: words weren’t forgotten or lost per se. Rather, the English language would disappear altogether, episodically, and either Russian or/and German, even in the same sentence, would begin to articulate her thoughts and memories of the moment. Luckily, the German was easily understood; but the Russian was a bit more difficult to translate for me. In the end, even when she stopped talking in any audible language, she still shone with happiness and love, and everyone who visited her towards the end, understood her every gesture. Thanks
“The dusty attic” of our brain….resonates. Hubby & I are at the age where some dust sometimes settles.
Saw my beautiful Mom through that journey ❤️
PS Love your husband’s sense of humor 😉
Oh Phyllis. The move from your husband's gentle humor to the poignant "dusty attic" that is still filled with love...holy wow. ❤️
Blessings to you in these weeks of travel.
Lovely, Phyllis❣️
May you be wrapped and squeezed in loved ones’ arms during this crazily hectic schedule. 🤗
May you feel arms wrapped around you in these coming weeks.
So powerful and yet gentle at the same time...kind of like a hug where we are putting changing and aging and loss and love around ourselves and squeezing. Thank you Phyllis.
Oh, I love this. Some days I see myself slipping into this relationship with my daughter. Perhaps because she is OF me she usually has the word.
A gift of a poem, this Arms Round.
Thanks Phyllis! Love this poetic reminder of the mysteries of the mind! Take it slow!
During our “Creatives” you spoke of this. What a poignant and loving piece full of understanding. Your words touch so many. 🙏🏻
A dear poem, shows her love and your love.