Where Did She Go?

Some days mom is lucid, bright, funny and full of energy.  Then like a light being turned off, she is somewhere else.  My heart is so sad, and yet grateful for every moment of every day that I share with her when she is 'herself.'  Mom is 80 and lives with me.  I am scared about what the future holds and don't know what I will do when she needs more help.  I try hard to close those thoughts out of my head, but sometimes they creep in and my sadness deepens.  I pray that when her dementia deepens past what I can handle myself that God will call her home quickly and painlessly.  I can't bear the thought of losing her bit by bit.

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1 Response Jul 8, 2009

that is the hardest part (losing them bit by bit). stay strong!!!<br />