She was depressed and, as she said, "discombobulated" for the rest of the day, despite my efforts to cheer her.
After she went to bed I picked up her journal and read her final entry of the day:
"I once was lost and now am found..." But I am never really lost, even on a 'blah' day, because the Lord is with me.
Faith in God through Jesus Christ can bring peace even as memory fades, confusion threatens, and anger flares. I am so comforted by the Lord's presence with us on this journey, and so grateful that Mom knows Jesus as her Lord and Savior.
I just read your 'ouch' post this morning and now this one. Even though I don't have a loved one suffering from memory loss, I have helped many with it. I've experienced some heart breaking accusations that were not even remotely true. Even though my head knew they were a result of a disease, it still got to my heart at times! You were so wise to let it go, wait and then bless her with a gift. Your Mother's journal entries are a treasure, such insight into her world.....a comfort to you, I'm sure!
ReplyDeleteBlessings to you and your Mother!