One year ago today my mom passed away. She was 91 years old. It has been really hard on me because I never expected what happened, to.have happened.
The last few months of her life she HATED me. Yes, she had Alzheimer's that accelerated fast after two broken hips, so I expected her to maybe, someday, not know who I was. No, she knew who I was. She knew who everyone was. She loved everyone else still. Loved her two granddaughters.
My mom hated my sister and I both, My sister still took care of her to almost the end ( five days in hospice and she was gone)
No matter how many times I tell myself " that was not my mother" but since she KNEW me, knew who I was, I just have this small, tiny bit of resentment about my childhood that I always gave her a pass on because she was so loving.
Now after a year I feel I can talk about it.
I know some of you are dealing with this Alzheimer issue and I just want you to know it's a bumpy ride. No matter how much you read about it, research it , it may not be anything like what you expect.
It is so heart breaking. There are worse things than your parents not knowing who you are anymore. I wish that's how it would have been for my sister and I.