Friday, August 14, 2009

Small Reminders

Being home always brings reminders of how much things have changed. I'm reminded when my dad goes to bed alone. I'm reminded when I drive to the nursing home. I'm reminded when I see her pictures around the house. I'm reminded when I see her dressing table, not much different than when she left in December. The clothes she doesn't need are still in her closet. Many of them remind me of what she was like before she was sick. I don't think we'll ever be able to get rid of these reminders, even though it's now been years since they've been worn. I can hear a song and it reminds me of watching her raise her hands in worship at church when I was just a little girl.

Today I stumbled on a little reminder of what my mom was like when she lived at home. I was organizing some cabinets in my parents kitchen and found this serving dish:

My mom always loved it. Since the kitchen hasn't been used much in the past four years I decided to check inside it to see if it needed to be washed out before being stored back in the cabinet. This is what I found:

Cotton balls. I'm sure someone had bought a bag of them and she thought it would be nice to be helpful and put them somewhere pretty. But the worst part of the disease is that not only are the places you put things illogical, but you forget. I'm sure the mystery of the cotton balls went on for days. It's small reminders like this that break my heart.

-- Post From My iPhone


Anonymous said...

This breaks my heart~ We are all thinking of you. Come see us soon!

The Lilja's

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