My mom is getting up in years, and is slowly, but surely losing her memory ... and her grasp on things in general. Like anyone, she has good days and bad days. Today I realized that she might not remember the beginning of a story if it takes too long to get to the end. Note to self: keep your stories short, Ev.
I took her out for a drive to see the spring flowers (she doesn't get out much these days). But she was more interested in seeing her old neighborhoods than she was in the foliage. It was really wonderful to hear the upbeat tone in her voice when she asked me to drive down the street we lived on when I was a kid, "just to see what's changed." I wondered if she would remember, but she noticed every detail that was different.
When we got back, she was clearly relieved to be home (going out always makes her a little nervous), but she was also visibly delighted and refreshed. That felt more like spring than any daffodil. Today was a good day.
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Ev - yay blog! A suggestion with your mom - video or audio record her telling stories now, while she can remember the whole thing. I wish I'd done it with my grandmother...
Thanks! Good idea... except that she will often just say she doesn't remember because she doesn't want to talk about it!
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