From Chicken Soup for the Soul Daily Inspirations for Women

July 10

It was no surprise to me when my mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. Over a period of years her optimistic eyes began to dim, and her mental agility began to disappear. Alzheimer’s, a thief in slow motion, left a woman who could no longer remember her personal history. Her supposedly golden years were spent living in a house she never called home and enduring a sense of disorientation that she did not understand.

One morning, her arm threaded in mine, we strolled out of her group house for our walk around town. Suddenly, my boot wedged in a deep crevice in the walkway, and I was pitched forward. My mother reacted instantly, yanking me upright.

“Are you okay?” she asked with concern. My old mom, the mom I had always known, was smiling at me, not a trace of confusion evident.

“I love you so much,” she said as she kissed me.“I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Even though I see my mother often, I keep looking forward to the next time I might stumble across her endearing old self, feel her love wrap around me.

Sandra Rockman

Love is never forgotten.

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