Yesterday 63 years ago, Dorothy gave birth to a healthy baby girl. Me! (-: When mom called me yesterday around 1:00- I was excited- I thought she was going to tell me Happy Birthday- she did not. She doesn’t know what day it is, what time it is or where she is at. I never told her what day it was, and that’s okay.
When we lose someone the firsts of everything- without them -are hard. Yesterday was the first day that mom didn’t wish me Happy Birthday, I was sad. As I sit and type this morning, I am more sad, and tears are rolling down my cheeks. But, I’m very thankful for all the other birthday’s she wished me happiness. And I’m pretty sure the last thing that she remember about me is that I am happy. (-:
Dorothy’s Dementia sucks! It’s going to be a long goodbye. We going to experience the loss of firsts with her while she is still here. And we will cry a million tears. I’m sure they will get easier.
Life is short! And I’m Alive! I’m going to continue to embrace all the opportunities it allows me.
You are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes. James 4:14
Life is short, even in its longest day. “Longest Day” John Mellencamp
Peace & Love,
Cheryl Doreen
Dorothy's Dementia 