Momma and I sat in her bedroom talking tonight. I couldn’t help but notice she was being extra sweet and using the tone of voice one sometimes reserves for meeting a new friend. As I helped her get ready for bed she eyed me keenly, then said, “I don’t believe I know your name.”
I moved a little closer to my sweet mom and then replied, “My name is Cindie. What is your name?”
“Well, I’m Charlotte. I’ve always been Charlotte,” Momma replied matter of factly as she flashed one of her lovely smiles.
Putting my hand atop hers, I gazed into her brown eyes and proffered, “Pleased to meet you, Charlotte.”
“It’s nice to meet you too, dear.”
I’ve sort of dreaded this day, knowing Alzheimer’s would eventually snatch away my identity from her brain. I imagined that I would be utterly and completely heartbroken. Oddly enough, I wasn’t. For some reason it didn’t sting as much as I thought it would.
Today I wasn’t the daughter, as much as I was a new friend helping another friend.
Barefoot Lily Lady 
So glad you are able to look at it through the eyes of a friend and not just a daughter.
Love and prayers for all of you,
Jo Dee
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We care for our aunt
I saw on Facebook
Talking of a child
All of the LAST TIMES
And now our AUNT
All of the LAST TIMES
Making new memories every day
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Infusing moments of joy into our loved one’s day is a worthy goal. Even if they don’t remember it 5 minutes from now, there was joy in the moment. God bless you for taking care of your aunt.
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I haven’t taken care of an aging parent with Alzheimer’s , but I have many friends who have experienced it. May God bless you and give you peace and grace. Blessings and hugs!
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Thanks for taking the time to read my blog. Feel free to share my blog with your friends who are caregivers—it sometimes helps knowing others who are on the same journey.
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This was beautiful, thank you. You both have such lovely smiles. Bless you.
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