I miss mom.
I lost her to Alzheimer’s five years ago. She was 77 when she died.
Reading this story, i see a few parallels. Dealing with the end of life of someone that you care for isn’t easy, obviously.
it will bring out the best and worst of anyone. I can only hope that that she knew that i was trying my best. I can never know that, for sure, but I know that i tried.
And i continue trying. Caring can become addictive. The biggest benefit i got from becoming a caregiver after she died was how caregiving helped me with not only her death, but also with loosing pop and my older brothers deaths in the previous years.
Caregiving has become a kind of salve for my hurts.