I doubt my mother ever feels a sense of loss when I leave. For me though, it still hurts sometimes because she doesn’t remember me or know that I was just there. An Alzheimer’s patient lives entirely in what he or she sees in the moment. I know that she loves having me in her world while I’m there. When I sit with my arm around her, she gets as close as possible. But once I duck out of her sight, I don’t exist to her. She does not miss me.
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I believe that even though mom suffers from late stage Alzheimer’s, she can still subtly express herself with some truth and intention. She still communicates with me subtly but very clearly in non-verbal ways when she is present. The mother I’ve always known is still there, although blurry or distant or fragmented. Perhaps now she is living more from a place of her own truth than she ever has before.
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