
MY MOTHER IS 87 YEARS OLD AND LITTLE BY LITTLE, THE LIGHT IN EACH INDIVIDUAL ROOM HAS BEEN STARTING TO DIM AS HER HEALTH HAS ALSO BEEN DIMMING. I HAVE WITNESSED HER LIGHTS GOING OUT; SOMETIMES SUDDENLY, SOMETIMES GRADUALLY. WHEN ONE OF THE LIT ROOMS EXTINGUISHES I SAY TO MYSELF, “OH NO. THAT ROOM DOESN’T HAVE LIGHT ANYMORE! BUT THIS WHITE HOUSE STILL GLOWS FOR ME; MY MOTHER IS STILL THERE FOR ME.”
I OFTEN FEEL SCARED. I WONDER IF MY CHILDREN, NOW ADULTS, SEE ME THE SAME WAY AS I SEE MY MOTHER. AM I THE SAME STRONG, WARM, ILLUMINATED FOUNDATION FOR THEM? WILL MY LIGHTS START GOING OUT EVENTUALLY?
ALTHOUGH MY MOTHER IS FADING INTO THE DARKNESS OF DEMENTIA AND ALZHEIMER’S, I CAN STILL CALL ON HER AND SHE IS STILL THRILLED TO TALK TO ME EVEN THOUGH SHE DOES NOT KNOW NOT HOW OLD I AM, WHERE I AM OR WHAT I AM DOING. SHE IS STILL PERFECTLY GLOWING, WARM AND ORDERLY FOR ME. HER VOICE WILL ALWAYS BE MY HOME. THE FRONT PORCH LIGHT STILL SHINES.
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