Mom always did crossword puzzles in an effort to keep her brain sharp. With a trusty sharp No. 2 pencil at her side each morning, Mom would sip her cup of coffee and meticulously make her way through these intricate mazes made up of words. The same ability to work with the English language showed up when she played Scrabble. The family lore... Read more
It's been two months since Mom died. Two caring friends called me this week to see how I was doing. Although these conversations differed in many respects, they each had a common question for me: "How was Thanksgiving? I'm sure that that holiday was hard for you since your mom wasn't with you and your dad." My response,... Read more
In mid-August, I went to visit Mom at the nursing home right at the end of lunchtime. The dining room had emptied of residents, so Mom sat all alone, taking the final bites of her meal as the large television broadcast a soap opera. "Hi, Mom! How are you doing today?" I asked as I approached the table where she sat. Looking up, I... Read more
The holiday season always seems like the perfect time to express gratitude for what we've been given. Obviously, this year has been especially difficult due to the decline of my mother, who died in September of Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease (COPD) and Alzheimer's disease. Still, I find that I am especially thankful for the life... Read more
In August, Mom was mentally somewhere else. Conversations with her were unintelligible. At that point, I blamed her mental decline on the progression of both Alzheimer's disease and Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease (COPD). She was not only gasping for breath, but also grasping mentally to figure out what was... Read more