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About daughter3

My mom has Alzheimer's disease. She's 89 and lives in a nursing home. She has three daughters. I'm her youngest.

Meaning

When I walk into the TV room where my mom sits with the other residents, they are all motionless in wheelchairs and arm chairs. While they’re facing the TV set, their eyes are wandering or down, or to the side, … Continue reading

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Mother’s Day

I didn’t visit my mom on Mother’s Day. I had something else to do, and I couldn’t be in two places at once. I figured I’d buy her a Mother’s Day card at Target that night and visit her the next … Continue reading

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Carmen

Carmen* is sad. She’s been looking that way for weeks now, maybe even for months. She doesn’t smile when I get her attention like she used to. And she almost never looks up. Yesterday, I saw her daughter Bianca* as … Continue reading

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Coloring

My mom was such a simple person — on the outside. She never lied. Or cheated. Or stole. Or smoke or drank, for that matter. She believed in God and prayed, and she loved her children. She was nice and … Continue reading

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L’Shanah Tovah

“HA-va Nagila, HA-va Nagila, HA-va Nagila Ve-nis mech-A!” The musician was singing with energy and joy, and people were getting up to dance. “What is he singing?” my mom asked. “Hava Nagila,” I said. “What does that mean?” she asked. … Continue reading

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Being There

“Is my butt bigger than that girl’s butt?” my mom asked, pointing at a passing woman. We were in the Hebrew Home sculpture garden, celebrating Grandparents Day with a couple hundred residents and guests. I almost knocked us both over … Continue reading

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Some Days

The bathroom door opened, and my mom stepped out. Her face lit up when she saw me. “I didn’t know you were here!” she said with excitement and affection. She stepped closer and hugged me, resting her head against my … Continue reading

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