“Did my mom pass away?” This haunting question escaped my mother’s lips while we sat in her hospital room, several days into her battle with a stubborn, antibiotic-resistant infection. It was also a time marked by the relentless progression of dementia, which had been slowly erasing her cherished memories for approximately 1,200 days.
I felt a tightness in my chest. For a fleeting moment, I wanted to say, “No, she’s okay. We’ll see her soon.” How could I shield her from the anguish of this harsh reality once more? Yet, the look in her eyes made it clear: she already sensed the truth. Deep within her fragmented memory, she had enough awareness to ask.
That night, I shared the truth about her mom and others she held dear who had passed on. Even after years of witnessing dementia rearranging the essence of who my mother was, I realized in that hospital room that I, too, had become a fellow traveler in her confusing journey, even as the walls of uncertainty began to close in.
The Dixie Chicks capture this poignant shift in roles for those caring for a loved one with dementia in their song:
“And I will try to connect
All the pieces you left
I will carry it on
And let you forget
And I’ll remember the years
When your mind was clear
How the laughter and life
Filled up this silent house.”
Connecting those pieces has been an immense challenge. Like many others who cherish their mothers, I believe my mother is exceptional. I smile at the thought, acknowledging how foolish it is to feel isolated in this struggle, as countless others have walked this path before me; I only now see them.
What have I learned from this experience? For starters, I’ve discovered just how profound the roots of love can be. I’ve come to appreciate the multifaceted role my mom has played in my life: as a mother, a mentor, a best friend, and a caregiver to my children. She has always been a few steps ahead of me on my journey, reaching back to guide me. The mix of love and sorrow in even this brief glimpse of her life is nearly unbearable, often causing me to push these emotions away until I feel numb. I’m terrified of the impending wave that is on the horizon, one that I can see approaching, especially during moments like these in the hospital. I know it will sweep her away, and I… I fear I will drown in this sea of grief.
“Did my mom pass away?” No, she’s still here. I walk ahead of her now, reaching back to help her navigate the way through this tempest, desperately trying to guide her before the tide washes in.
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In summary, the journey through dementia can be heart-wrenching, as roles shift and the past blurs into confusion. Yet, there is profound love and connection that persists, guiding us through the shadows.
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