Today I won’t be doing a wordless Wednesday because today is a special day and I have a message and request for you. Today would’ve been my mother’s 99th birthday (I was a late in life “bonus baby” or as sister #3 said to mom “What? You’re pregnant again?” That sister was never one for mincing words). She passed away in 2o1o after a long arduous journey with Alzheimer’s. That was not a fun journey…not one bit! In the past I’ve let out little bits of my journey as a caregiver to her and daddy on this blog when I felt it was appropriate.
But there is something different about this years birthday. I’ve been weepy and moody and out of sorts and I don’t really know why. I’m happy that mom is with dad and my brother and two sisters and I thought that the biggest part of my grieving was over. But I have discovered that there is no time limit or expiration date for grief.
I’m much better with it than in the first year after she passed but there are some lingering emotions and thoughts that have been jockeying for position; wanting to come out. I suppose that I am now ready to really talk about the journey of being a caregiver; to help heal myself and to perhaps help others who are now in the position I once was in.
So I invite you to come and visit my other blog – A Caregivers Memoirs – and read my letter to my mother on her birthday. I warn you, this letter gets a lot deeper than you have perhaps ever seen me be here in photography land. Maybe this subject matter isn’t for you and that is perfectly understandable but it is about a big segment of my life and how it has left it’s mark on me.
If it’s not for you maybe you know of someone who is a caregiver that could benefit some from my blog; sharing is caring. Either way I do ask you to please read my letter to my mother for her birthday and I thank you for doing it.
Happy Birthday to you, Momma