3/13/2006
As I walked out the front door this morning a warm fresh breeze danced across my face. It's been so cold here in Chicago that I'd almost forgotten how wonderful a warm breeze can feel. As the air filled my lungs I was hesitant to exhale, fearing that along with that breath the hope that came with it would disappear. I wanted to hold it in until my head swirled with euphoria casting a rose colored glow on the world that lay ahead of me. But my chest started to hurt and before I knew it I had to let it go. I took a deep breath trying to recapture some tiny bit of what I had before, but the moment had passed. Moments always pass don't they? But the memories of those moments lie somewhere between what is and what once was and if we're lucky enough, we can find more that resemble them.
Today my step father is going to his new home, the one filled with other people like him, people that try desperately to recapture the moments they are in much less the ones that have already passed. People that have a past yet can't remember it. People that are stuck between what is and what is tomorrow. My heart aches for him but I know this place is where he has to be. My hope is that when he walked out of his home today, a warm breeze caressed his face and he filled his lungs with moments. Moments of happiness, moments of love, moments when he was more whole than he is right now. Maybe tomorrow when he wakes up in a strange bed, a strange place, surrounded by unfamiliar faces, he'll find recognition when he exhales.
I am closing my eyes, taking a deep breath, and wishing you (and he) contentment and a constant state of bliss.
Well written, sweetie. I will remember this every time I depart the nursing home after leaving my mom.
Thanks for sharing ~
I hope a spiritual moment will enter your step father as it has you and he can experience that state of euphoria.
I am hoping that this will be the beginning of new friendships for him and that when he fills his lungs it is to release the air out in laughter and happiness.
Sometimes it is so hard to hold on to what was, but what is to be might just be something wonderful. This is what I am hoping for him....
Ladybug
I see you,
JJ
Today was hard for me but even harder for my mom. I'm sending all your well wishes her way because she needs them.
Thanks to everyone.
Love, Meg
It is hard. I know what you're going through, literally. It's one of the hardest things I have done, even though I have ill feelings towards my Mother.
That was almost 3 years ago. It gets worse, Alzheimers. The less they are aware of reality, sad to say, the better it is I think for everyone. I had 2 1/2 very rough, trying years with it.
Go to the caregiver assessment meetings at the nursing home. Go and join a support group. You will get help, your Mother too, but in the end you will help others and see the "reason" this all happened for.
I know you don't know me...but should you just want someone to listen...you can always contact me.