Monday, August 20, 2012

The Forgotten Faces

When I sit down to write, I usually have a clear idea of which direction I want to take my post. Tonight, I don't even know where to start.

It's been an emotional day as reality is beginning to sink in on what is to come with this horrible disease. I am fighting back the tears even now, as I write.

Today, I went over to my mom's house-partly to observe her (I'll write more about this another day), and partly to help her organize some of the clutter that is overtaking her house. Mom has been asking me to help her organize her photos. She has most of them organized in boxes, which she started long before she was "sick". She wanted me to help her find my old school pictures and duplicates of baby photos so I could take them home.


As I brought out a large storage tub of family pictures, and began rummaging through them, my mom sat on the couch, watching me sort. She picked up a large envelope of pictures and pulled out a large photo of a baby boy and girl, sitting side by side, and said, "I wish I could remember who all these people are."

It took me a minute to catch my breath. I stared at her for a few seconds and replied, matter-of-factly, "Mom, it's me and Joe." I felt very confused, how could she forget the faces of her twin babies??

I thought maybe it was a fluke. Maybe she wasn't paying enough attention or she got confused. Or maybe I knew, but I just wasn't ready to accept it. As we continued sorting, I occassionally quizzed her on who different people were in the pictures we came across. It broke my heart to watch her struggle to remember the faces of the people she loves so dearly.



"Looks familiar...it's not Joe, is it?" she asked, as I showed her a picture of her firstborn grandbaby.
Jeremy was her pride and joy. She doted on him like any proud grandma you've ever seen.
She always loved this picture, in his little vest and adorable coordinating hat (she even helped picked it out, if I remember correctly). This picture hung on her filing cabinet at work for years as she was filled with great pride to show off her grandson.




We finally found some of my school pictures. This was my Kindergarten class picture? Can you pick me out in the crowd?
My mom was very confused when she saw the picture. She was expecting to see me as an adult. Maybe it's because I used to work for the school district, and she had many class photos of her own with her class. She squinted at the picture, pointed at teacher and said,

"That's not you, is it?"

"Mom, this picture was taken in 1986. I was only 5 years old," I said back.

"Oh...I'm confused, I don't see you in this picture." She ran her finger over each and every kid in the class 3 times before her finger finally rested on the girl in the front row donning a red, velvet, jumper dress.

"That one is me, mom," I said, reassuring her that she found the right girl.


It seemed that almost every picture of the past that I presented to her brought on confusion. If the person looked vastly different than they do today, she did not recognize them. Obviously we look very different now than we did as babies. Her memory of how we looked at that time seems to have disappeared. I even showed her a picture of herself, in her younger years, that she could not recognize.

"Is this you?" she asked, as she glanced at me, then back at the picture.

"No," she answered her own question. "But it's reddish hair too but I don't remember who that is."

When I told her that it was her, she answered with,

"I don't recall ever looking like that."




I thought for sure she would recognize this picture: the love of her life, my dad. I showed her one of the favorites of dad, taken when he was 15 years old, sporting a wooden bead necklace which he later gave to her. We used to love this picture when we were kids, chuckling that dad had long hair and was wearing a necklace! I was sure this picture would do the trick.

"Hmmm...I don't know. Kind of reddish hair too...I don't know who this is..."

When I told her it was dad, she said,

"No. That's not him. I don't remember him looking like that."

That was the point that reality smacked me square in the face. My mom's memory is being erased. She is forgetting the ones she's loved the most. Sure, it's just faces of the past that she can't recall. But what is to come in the future?

My heart aches that my mom cannot recognize my face in the past. I can't imagine the pain that will come when the day is here that she does not recognize me in the present.


6 comments:

  1. Oh, Cassandra. This is heartwrenching. I am so sorry that your family has to go through this, and endure this cruel disease, and what it is doing to your sweet mother. If I were there, I would give you the biggest hug, and we would cry on each other's shoulder. I don't know why these things have to happen to us, why we have to suffer so. All I do know is, we are here for a reason and to be tested, and that applies to every single one of us. Unfortunately, that means we have to suffer and endure the hardships of this life. I have had my share of trials in this life, and I think every single one of us does, at one time or another. Anyway, please know I love you and your family so much, and my heart breaks with you.

    All My Love,
    Patty

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    1. Oh my sweet cousin, how I wish you lived closer! I don't cry very often but when I do, it's a flood! Poor Jeff, lol. I do hear what you are saying...we all have hardships and trials in our lives. How we respond to those circumstances help define us. I am trying to be strong and make something positive out of a very negative situation. It's hard to talk about, but I feel like if I can help someone else going through the same thing (and help my family along the way), then it brings a little bit of positivity, ya know? Love you lots!!

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  2. I know. I so wish we lived closer to each other. :(

    You said, " I am trying to be strong and make something positive out of a very negative situation."

    Sweetie, that's all we can do, or our trials in life will bring us down, and keep us down. I know that lesson all too well.

    I am with you when you say that if you talk about it, you hope it will help someone else. I do the same about my own situation, and you'd be surprised how many people it does help. You may not know it, but it does.

    Keep your chin up, and keep on trying to stay positive. You are wonderful with your mother at this time in her life, and I know she will know this when she is of sound mind again. She can't process all that you do for her now, but she will one day.

    Love you, sweet cousin. My heart breaks and is heavy for you and your family.

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  3. I admit I almost cried when I read your post. Dementia is a familiar word to me but this is the first time I've actually read a real story. For us who love our mothers oh so dearly, I know how painful it is for you to see your mom slowly lost hold of her reality. You are a strong woman and your mom needs you as she goes through this difficult time of her life. My sympathy goes for you and your family.

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