Hal, your reaching out, your empathy to unknown folks who somewhere are dealing with those issues...is in the best qualities your Mother instilled in you...she is very proud of you
Funny, I seem to block out the "horror and trauma" over time and unconsciously choose to remember the good, funny stuff
My Mom went downhill fast during the evacuation and fleeing from a ****** named "Katrina". She had experienced a minor stroke a few years before, moved in with me for 6 mo for at home therapy, and had moved back into her Catholic Charities elder apartment. She was physically fine, but suffered a bit of short term memory loss. Then 100mi away from Nawlins', she dropped into a lump on the motel room floor with a more serious stroke.
Two years later, she was permanently in a nursing home near my Big Bro's and my home in the suburbs of Nawlins'.
We visited her often and brought anything she wanted which was always Cokes, soup, fruit, and goodies. She always recognized us, but got the grandchildren mixed up when they weren't able to visit except for holiday time. She then found enjoyment when watching TV, especially some athletic event, deciding it was a family member doing the sport or game. My cousin became the Ice Skater, my Uncle the Football quarterback, etc. I learned to just go along with it and we had great enjoyment together when Uncle Charlie won the Super Bowl !!!
My brother had a harder time not thinking this was pitiful until he put himself into a child's world and remembered Christmas and the magic of making the world anything you want. It was all Mom had anymore, and to me, she was the nicest, excited, positive (dare I say "lunatic") around. The staff told me storys of wonder at her imagination, but sensitivity that she knew when to listen, when to talk, and when to express her magical world. She entertained herself for hours.
Now, there's the dependence on others for all her personal hygene, medication, etc...but my role change from son to parent, as difficult as it was, is tempered by her childlike magic. I remembered one evening after I fed her dinner, I said it was time for me to go. (I tear up) She asked me to tell her a "story" before I left and she went to sleep. I asked her what kind of story did she want to hear. She said something about "bears" as she thought someone else always told me bear storys when I was growing up. I flashed to my Dad (who had died 20 yrs ago) having to tell me over and over the story of the "3 Bears" as it was my favorite.
I tried to give it all the emotion Dad used to with voices and inflections I knew how. Those are memories I like to hold and not the finding her unconscious on the floor, or screaming as they extracted an impacted tooth, or wheeling her in to a "test room" at the hospital without me.
I too am quite moved by all the posts and feel closer to my cyber friends all over again.
Mike
in Nawlins'