One day while vsiting Mom, I got a rare glimpse into the mind of one with Alzheimer’s. “I feel like I am in a tunnel and can’t find my way back,” she said. “Are you afraid?” I asked. “No, just frustrated.” “Where do you go in the tunnel?” I prodded. “I’m with my mother.” “Why do you go to your mother’s?” “Because she knows how to fix things,” she said, tapping her forehead.
Tag: compassion
A Woman’s Letter
Would I have compassion if I were to receive a message from Tamar, daughter of a king, in which she shares her deepest secret for her guilt and unspeakable shame? Or, a letter from Esther, an orphan girl, who grew up to become the unlikely queen of a nation?
Restrictions and Protocol Can’t Stop God!
I asked if I would be able to bring him home on hospice and care for him. “He won’t make it out the door,” the nurse said. “The level of oxygen he’s getting cannot be given on home health care.” So, I eagerly waited for Friday to see him, but that didn’t happen. He died Thursday morning at 4:00am.