My mother, she has Alzheimer’s, you know. Well, maybe you don’t know. As the disease has progressed, I have learned to live in the present with her, glad that we are still able to communicate with one another.
This time has been bittersweet. The disease continues to alter her memory, which slips away with time. Yet we find so many ways to connect. One of those ways is now play, including painting together.
Happy Mother’s Day and many more mother, wife, farmer’s daughter, lumberjack, and sod-layer.
Many thanks to all of my friends who treated my mother with so much love this weekend.
Photos courtesy of and by Dianne Glave