I got the call as I was going back to work from lunch. It threw me for a loop. I started making mistakes, I couldn't concentrate. I finally told my boss it might be better if I quit for the day. Man, I sure can't do that very often. Again I held it together while at work but with a huge price. I am SO tired. It takes a lot out of me to go on as though nothing is wrong.
The Saturday before Mom died, Myron went in with me to see Mom. He didn't go very often. We were mostly checking to see if the hospice kept their word about replacing her mattress. He got close to her face and joked with her. As weak as she was she still responded to his teasing. Her sence of humor carried her right up to the end. She loved Myron and she joked with him all the time. Just one more reason to love him.
a journal about keeping the memories of my mother who suffers with Lewy Body Dementia
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