It seems to be what she enjoys. I go about my day as usual (except for leaving the house). I clean, do laundry, talk on the phone. She sometimes will ask me what I am doing but mostly sits and watches. If she is content I don't mind. I wish she was here more. By that I mean I wish she would talk to me. But, I am coming to terms with that. My main purpose for these days with her at home is that she is comfortable and I can find SOMETHING that she enjoys. Today we watched a cooking show (I NEVER watch cooking shows) and she perked up when they talked about rootbeer floats. She used to love rootbeer floats. I told her that the next time she is here we would have one together. Her face glowed. Gotta plan on having a rootbeer float real soon.
My sister mailed us some of Mom's things. I showed them to her one by one. The things she remembered she wanted to hold in her lap. The things she didn't remember she just gave back to me. She doesn't have a lot of places at the nursing home for personal items. So I am leaving the things she remembers out near "her" chair in my livingroom. She has held a little straw hat all afternoon. She looks at it now and then and then lovingly lays it in her lap. Just another reason for me to be "killing" mad at my brother for not sending her photos. It will take me a VERY LONG time to be able to forgive him for that. Blast him!
a journal about keeping the memories of my mother who suffers with Lewy Body Dementia
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