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Mom, I Wish You Could Understand Who You Are to Me

Mom, I know you will never read this, and even if someone read it to you, you wouldn't understand.

Mom, you still look like the woman who loved me, who took care of our family, who was strong when things were tough....but you don't remember all of the things that I do.

You don't remember taking my girl scout troop out for a bike ride so we could get the Cyclist badge...

You don't remember being the treasurer for my softball team, and coming to every game even though I was not a good player.....

You don't remember how much it meant to me that no matter what bad stuff happened at school, that you would be there at home when I got there and you would hug me and make me feel better.  You always asked m if I did the best I could...and that giving my best was all that you could ask of me...you made me realize what doing my best was all about..

You remember my face but you don't remember my name...a name you picked out and had to convince dad that it was a good name...one of the stories I cherish about my own life.......it's ok....I understand...but I miss you....

I think the last time I asked you, you didn't even remember that you had six kids...when I told you you seemed surprised at how many.....

I have so much love for you, and I miss talking to you....you made me who I am....

Mom, I don't know if you will understand when the present I got you for mother's day arrives, but I hope you like it....I chose it especially for you....I love you forever and a day....

I wish I could give you back all that Alzheimer's has taken from you...but I remember you every day in my prayers....

ginger1979 ginger1979 41-45, F 3 Responses May 10, 2007

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The time is close that my mother will not remember me, and I'm so sad. I know I will continue to love her, but I grieve for the mother I am losing.

How beautifully you have put down how if feels to have a mum who does not remember you. I understand her disease, but I grieve for the wonderful, sweet woman who is gone.

I work with clients like your mother. I love my job, but there is nothing harder to watch than the face of an adult child when their long suffering parent asks me who that young man is in the corner.<br />
I wish you happiness and peace, and your mother frequent fleeting moments of joy, no matter who she remembers herself to be in that moment.