Mything Mom

For the last year or so I cocooned myself away from many of my professional activities to be with my Mom who was quickly sliding into the quicksand of dementia. Partnering her through the twilight of her cognizance as she bravely faced the bewildering abyss before her was rich and meaningful. Countless breakfasts and bedtimes full of stories and reflections on loves, losses, triumphs, and regrets—all the threads that weave this mysterious tapestry of life. And although completely off the grid of time, mom had real presence and was an excellent listener; I could share my deepest secrets, garner advice, and know before good-bye our discussion would be long gone!

After a summer hospital marathon she passed away. Her decline was dramatic, and those last days Continue reading