I walked alongside my mother in the part of her life where Alzheimer’s dementia was her daily companion. I’m grateful for that time spent with her and learned so much as we traveled those years together.
She’s been enjoying heaven for three years now —freed from the bondage of failing mind and body. In these three years, I’m gradually learning to enjoy the freedom to spend moments (more like hours) of joy playing in the dirt in my garden.
If you were to visit my garden (and I hope you will), you might notice little splashes of purple objects d’art sprinkled throughout the flowerbeds. Second-hand curtain and drapery rods, trellises, and various chairs have all taken on a coat or two of purple spray paint.
Why purple? It’s both in memory of my mother (who loved that color), and also my quiet nod to Alzheimer’s awareness.
Barefoot Lily Lady 
My nod to mam for her birthday last week… “You are no longer where you were but you are everywhere I am.”
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I LOVE the purple objects in your beautiful garden. Blessings to you as you remember your mother and the time you had together. My mother had early-onset Alzheimer’s too and I had the privilege of caring for her in that time too.
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Thank you, Dawn. It’s a special honor to be able to share that time together.
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It really is.
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Sweet
My mom loves purple too.
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