Beautiful eulogy by a daughter for her mother who died after a battle with dementia
When youre deep in the trenches of caring for a parent whos battling advanced dementia, it gets harder with each passing year to remember the heart, the core, of the person he or she used to be.
The mother who drove you to the pediatrician becomes a child who requires an ongoing series of medical appointments and countless trips to the hospital. The father who once provided wisdom and advice can no longer make decisions about his own finances or even choose a brand of toothpaste. The mother who once cooked and hosted holiday dinners can barely hold a fork to her own mouth. So, you find yourself at war with your own conscience, fighting sadness, anger, pity, denial, fatigue, and frustration. And then you feel guilty for feeling all of those feelings because you remember that your mom or dad would never in a million years want to send you on this part of the journey.
Of course, nobody is ever truly prepared for The Phone Call the final phone call that carries the mixed blessing. The phone call that announces Mom or Dad is finally at peace or at home in a better place. Like everyone else who loses a parent and goes about the somber business of making funeral arrangements, I used the time between that phone call and this funeral to reflect on earlier memories of my mother.
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