I had to go to Williamsport for a stress test today. The drive over was at least comfortable but the ride back was really HOT. The car theromoter read 84. That made me think about the road trips we took as kids. Mom usually picked a couple close places for us to go - the park being one of my favorites. We would do what all kids do and ignore the NO WADING --SHOES ARE REQUIRED signs and take our shoes off and wade in the creek. We spent the whole day there. By the time we got back to the car we were soaked. The hot air had us dry before we got home
But, once or twice we to really long trips. We went to Denver -- Mount Rushmore. For me ANYWHERE we went was OK. I hated the inner city with it's noice, druggies and whinos. Home wasn't a safe place when I was young. Not because Mom didn't try.
But the hot air and having to have the window down today made me remember those fun trips. She always had a way to make the long hours in the car an adventure. We would stop to eat not at McDonald's like I did today but at someplace that LOOKED nice. I'm sure Mom had a totally different perspctive about stopping in the middle of no where with three young kids. But I have really warm and fuzzy memories of our road trips. Denver will always remain one of my favorite places in the whole world. not because I remember it being a neat place but because I remember the fun time we had there.
We talked about fixing the air in the car-- it's probably a good thing to do but today I enjoyed not having it.
a journal about keeping the memories of my mother who suffers with Lewy Body Dementia
On November 13, 2010 I gladly became the primary caregiver of my mother. She has Lewy Body Dementia, the second most common memory loss condition after Alzhiemers. I knew nothing about Lewy Body Dementia until I brought Mom to Indiana to live with me. My mother is a resident at the Waters of Covington, a rehabilitation center near our home. I would like to have her live with us but her care is more then one person can provide. The staff at the Waters fell in love with Mom immediately. She may be losing her memory and her ability to care for herself but she hasn't lost her sense of humor or her gentle grace. This blog is meant to be a journal of our days together.
On May 15, 2011 My Mother peacefully and fearlessly passed into the here after. Now I journey alone, yet not alone. I have a lifetime of memories.
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