hands that scraped an apple, and mashed a banana, for me to eat when I was sick in bed
hands that brought me that treasured round tin full of wonderful and magical buttons
hands that brought me a glass of grape or apple juice
hands that cleaned up after me each time I was sick (special mention to [...]
It has been a what’s up with me kind of week. I have new blogs I want to write, titles already in place, but just can’t get my thoughts in order to finish them.
Wanting a bedroom and bed is weighing on me this week too.
Spring is coming one of my favorite seasons, but along with [...]
My husband recently said to me, “Do you know what you don’t do when you are taking care of mother?” I said, “What’s that?” He said, “You don’t talk to mother very much, and I always talk to her.” I said, “I know that but realize that you have always been a talker, my family [...]
I recently wrote a blog titled ‘Invisible People’, it was written as a result of an ‘experiment’ I did on facebook.
One of my facebook friends, Kym, who is also a dear friend from my church, posted on Feb.22 that there were free pancakes being given away at a ihop the next day, and who wanted [...]
Brownish – Greenish Stuff (2007)
Brownish – greenish stuff, casserole types, mixed together meats, particularly beef, but also some ground turkey dishes, chop suey dishes with beef and brown sauce, pasta dishes, rice dishes, fish, unless finely chopped, most legume dishes, ham, unless finely chopped….these were not a few of mom’s favorite things!
It was a frustrating first year trying to find meals [...]
Continue reading about Brownish/Greenish Stuff and Nourishment 1&2
Something triggered this thought recently. I can’t say what it was, but the thought was that, as caregivers, we are invisible people. We aren’t seen, aren’t heard from, aren’t thought about. Not all caregivers are in that category, but I’d be interested in doing a poll to see just how many felt that way!
“A woman’s hopes are woven of sunbeams; a shadow annihilates them” George Eliot
She may have been a dancer, a singer, a baker or cook
A seamstress, a crafter, a reader of book
A daughter, a wife, a mother, a grandma
A teacher, a nurse, an instructor of drama
Whoever she was, whatever [...]
Continue reading about The Person Left Behind in The Shadows
I have been aware lately that it seems that everything I write concerning my days or experiences have such a negative attitude about them and it concerns me. I don’t want to bring other caregivers down but encourage and lift them up. I feel like I am in this rut. I was going to say [...]
Continue reading about The – Negativity – of Being – Negative
In 2006, at 93 years of age, mom was fragile and strong, smart and at times fuzzy. She had a great sense of humor and a twinkle in her blue eyes. If she got mad, she could give you such a whop, if she wanted to…which she didn’t.
We had been looking after mom for quite a few [...]
Continue reading about If I Don’t Do It, Who Will? Transitioning from Daughter to Caregiver
On February 13th, I posted a short rhyme. I won’t call it a poem because it does not evoke any type of pleasant feeling for me. I decided to explain that rhyme and share a bit more on the disappointments behind it.
Some family members came to visit mom, the visit was somewhat strained and I [...]
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