The Power of Words

It has been quite some now since I believe my Mom really understands that I am her daughter.  I do believe I am someone she knows will visit her daily (unless I am out of town).  I feel she is comfortable and feels safe with me and knows I will help her with daily living tasks, show her patience, kindness and unconditional love.  Mom still tries to have conversations and express herself but mostly her words come out garbled or they are not  words that I understand.  I can usually figure out what Mom is saying or what she needs by her expressions or body language but there are times I don't know what she is trying to tell me and I just go along with her in her world. 

A few nights ago after dinner I took Mom to the first floor of the facility where she lives to have a cup of coffee as we have done almost every night after dinner.  As we sat at a small table facing each other she drank her coffee and quietly looked off into the distance.  We were both content just to be with each other.  After a short time, Mom took both of my hands into her own and pressed her nose against mine.   Clearly and without one incorrect word Mom said "Janet, I love you so much.  I would die for you."  She then backed away from me and continued looking off in the distance.  In that very moment I realized this is Mom as I have always known her and I too love her the same.   

This horrible disease has taken so much away from Mom but it can't take her heart and soul or the love she has for God and her children.