Little Bit of Advice
We know that people mean well when they ask how Mom is. And we know you all love us and care about us. But, the truth is, I always struggle to answer the question. Cause I see in your eyes you want me to give an answer that has some hope. My stock answer has become 'The symptoms are worse. (I may talk about the symptom du jour). But she's happy, so that's good.' Reality - what I'm saying is true, but I'm in some form of grieving stage and may be doing ok, maybe not.
I always appreciate being asked how Voyageur is doing, or how I'm doing along with asking about Mom. I am a Pollyanna by nature, I believe strongly in hope. I believe in a Divine Creator, that there are such things as miracles, and I believe we are angels to each other. And this thing called dementia has called all of it into question. My answer has been I believe that much stronger. But there are days when both Voyageur and I could use a pick-me-up. Maybe not even ask that day how any of us are. Maybe just make us laugh. God knows we all could use more laughter.
Our saving grace, is Mom. The dementia has stripped away her more serious side, and she finds humor in almost everything. And she's always wanting to make us laugh. And with that...
I always appreciate being asked how Voyageur is doing, or how I'm doing along with asking about Mom. I am a Pollyanna by nature, I believe strongly in hope. I believe in a Divine Creator, that there are such things as miracles, and I believe we are angels to each other. And this thing called dementia has called all of it into question. My answer has been I believe that much stronger. But there are days when both Voyageur and I could use a pick-me-up. Maybe not even ask that day how any of us are. Maybe just make us laugh. God knows we all could use more laughter.
Our saving grace, is Mom. The dementia has stripped away her more serious side, and she finds humor in almost everything. And she's always wanting to make us laugh. And with that...
Back at ya Voyageur :)