
I have piles of boxes filled with my mom’s things all lined up in my hallway, waiting for me to sort. It makes me cringe to even think about getting rid of her things, but she can’t use them anymore.
Her body is alive, it’s just her brain that doesn’t work anymore. I find comfort in knowing that she is in a safe place getting the care that she needs.
Meanwhile, I really miss our daily conversations and emails. She has been my best friend, now I just have boxes. Dementia sucks. 😔

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