It seems my main job is to pay her bills and to purchase clothes for my Mom. The call from the nursing home came last week. "Hi Jewels, the nurses on your Mother's floor said she needs some new nightgowns." I have no problem doing that but where do they go? I wonder if it is that the commercial washing machines "eats" the fabric after awhile. I have found Lands End seems to have the nicest mid-calf heavier fabric short sleeve and sleeveless collection with nice solids and prints to choose from, for modesty sake.
My mother always wore lovely matching undies but no longer wears a bra and sadly is in diapers. Non shear gowns are a must. I remember when I was a teenager going into my Mom's closet she must have had at least a dozen, if not more, beautiful lace gowns and robes of all colors and little slippers with heals to match.
She loved pretty clothes, she was so pretty. Until she was in her mid 30's she had auburn hair to her waist which she wore in a pony tail. Daddy and Mommy went to Mexico to the dog-races and some man offered Mom a thousand dollars for her pony tail. She laughed and said, No!" A few months later her Mother told her she was to old to wear a pony tail and she had her her cut off. That was long before "locks of love" so she was minus her beautiful hair. She should have sold it to the man at least she would have had the $1000.
I stopped at the store before going to the nursing home. I added to the bag with the 3 gowns, 3 magazines, a Hershey almond bar, a sleeve of Oreo double stuff cookies and a coke. All her favorite things.
Once again I was going to brave the trip to the second floor. BUT I handed everything to her Social worker instead and left. My friend Sami waited in my car. Her mother passed away a few years ago. Her Mom also had Alzheimer's so she understands the path so many of us take. By time her Mother passed away she also had no clue who Sami or her siblings were. She understood my tears on the way home.
That is what this blog is about letting everyone in Blogland know it is okay to be angry, and sad. We all cry for what is happening now and what we thought it was "supposed to be" like and deep inside we want it to be over.
Thanks for not judging. I hope on some small level my words (typos and all) give some comfort. God Bless, Jewels