When Words Fail, Music Speaks
As told by Nancy:
“My mother and father met at a dance in the winter of 1944. They saw each other from across the dance floor. Each of them had their own thoughts.
My mother thought to herself, ‘Wow, I wonder who that hunk is.’
My father thought to himself, ‘What a beautiful girl. I have to meet her.’
My father introduced himself to my mother and they danced the night away. The rest is history, as they say.”
But life had other plans for the winsome waltzers.
“My parents lived a wonderful life together for almost 60 years, until my mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease. My parents moved into an assisted living facility, but could not live together because my mother was a flight risk, and she didn’t really know who my father was anymore.
It was heart-breaking to watch their relationship disintegrate before our very eyes, when just a short time before that, they were happy. My mother passed away just one day before their 67th wedding anniversary.”
The couple’s love lives on through their children, Nancy and Tom.
The Everyday Valentine
As told by Vickie:
“My parents are so sweet. In the mornings, dad used to bring my mom coffee in bed. They would share a small kiss, or a light touch.
They never did anything special for Valentine’s Day. As dad once told me, ‘Your mom is my valentine every day of the year.’”
As her father’s mental and physical health has declined, Vickie’s mother has taken it upon herself to keep up the tradition he started, all those years ago.
“Even now, every morning, mom hugs and kisses dad. She tells him how much she loves him. In the afternoons, she brings him a Hershey’s kiss. They sit side by side, sharing the chocolate and a brief moment of peace with one another.”
A Child’s Enduring Love
As told by Karen:
“I love my parents. As the years went by and we all got older, I started to take care of them in their home, until dad passed away in 2009.
I am taking care of my beloved mother, who is now in a nursing home with dementia. During her lucid moments, she still knows me and where she is, but other times she doesn’t. It breaks my heart to see her like this.
It’s hard, but when I look at pictures of all of us from when I was younger, I am reminded of the ‘good old days.’
I’m so grateful she’s still with me and I will continue to visit her in the nursing home until the day she dies.
The one thing I wish I could tell her: ‘I love you mom, with all of my heart and soul.’”
By Anne-Marie Botek, AgingCare.com Editor
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