|on Mom's 90th Birthday, Ashley, Brayden, my mom, Logan, RJ and Sarah|
Daily I would walk the hall towards her room and pass numerous residents with varying levels of Dementia. There were those who could barely keep themselves sitting upright in their wheelchairs. Other residents who could use a walker, but seemed lost anyway by the expression in their face. Some residents had no words, just a desperate look in their eyes.
I am back home for a few weeks to tend to family things. Today I was slighted by a young girl, who often reacts to me in an unkind way in front of others. Unfortunately, she is part of the family so I cannot avoid her at family gatherings. Yet it puzzles me why someone would enjoy being so hurtful. Years ago this would not happen because back in my day a 20 something girl would never dream of making someone 68 years old feel uncomfortable.
|first time meeting Logan|
|at Sarah and Mike's wedding|
|at Ashley's baby shower|
|for 18 years while living at her residence she organized food donations for the local food shelf at Christmas|
|at Sarah's bridal shower me, my sister, Susan, my mom and my sister, Lynne|
|recently at the nursing home, my mom can no longer dress herself bath, or walk with a walker|