An afghan as a symbol of regret…

I have reblogged this because I believe you have talked about some important issues, such as listening to your Mom when she asks the family to choose what they would like to take. How important it is for us who are living with Alzheimer’s and Dementia to be taken seriously in our wishes, because they come with love. This is such a beautifully written post, thank you for sharing it. Gill

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My sister and I found scissors everywhere... scissors we could never find when we needed them, of course. These are a sampling, with a backdrop of the afghan I saved. As we packed my mother’s belongings, my sister and I found scissors everywhere… scissors we could never find when we needed them, of course. These are a sampling with which we awkwardly spelled out “MOM,” with a backdrop of the afghan I saved.

My husband noticed something was wrong.

At first I hesitated. Then I told him, “No, it’s stupid.”

“I can tell something is wrong, what is it?”

“You’re going to think this is stupid. Actually, it is  stupid. Ridiculous… [long pause]

“… Last night, I dreamed of an afghan.”

Lest he think I meant an Afghan rather than the knitted blanket I envisioned, I hurriedly clarified:

“I have been thinking of the afghan I didn’t take from my mother’s house — and wishing I had. Last night, I dreamed that I got the afghan back; this morning, I awoke and found I hadn’t… It’s stupid. It’s…

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Author: Gill

I photograph things that take my eye.

2 thoughts on “An afghan as a symbol of regret…”

  1. Thanks so much for reposting my thoughts on dealing with my mother’s struggle with Alzheimer’s disease. Your blog site — and your content — is beautiful, and though I am sorry that you are having to struggle with this disease yourself, I am so glad you are writing your thoughts and sharing your wisdom and insight here. It is helpful though heartbreaking. Keep writing — and I pray that you will write much more “before you forget.” God bless you!


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