Comfort in Writing
Comfort in Writing I've always found comfort in writing. Even if the writing were only for me When my Mother was still living in her home, before the big move to an assisted living, I would go and stay with her about once a month for a few days. My sister was her primary caregiver and my brother and I would stay to relieve her. It was a challenging time, but also very rewarding. The grief I felt slowly losing my Mom to Alzheimer’s was gut wrenching. The emotions were so big and although I wasn't able to share them at time, I did share some in writing. While Mom was napping, watching a baseball game or tucked away in her bed, I would journal my thoughts, feelings and fears. Here are a few entries from three of those visits. Sunday May 30th, 2021 At Mom's, with a few minutes of thoughts to share. Alzheimer's is ugly. It shows you layers of yourself. It also shows you the vulnerabilities of your loved one who has this ugly disease inside of them. When ...
