Tuesday, March 30, 2010


My siblings and I are writing a book of memories of my mother. I wish I had more happy memories of us. Not that she was an unfit mother or anything like that. It's just that most of my memories are of her comforting me and helping me. Not that that is a bad thing in anyway I just wish we had more shoot the breeze happy memories. I am very thankful for all she did for me and that she was there to help and support me and help me in those times of need. I have no idea where I would be without her. I just realized that I need to explain my blog and give some background. Here goes nothing.

My mother was diagnosed with Early Onset Alzheimer's about a year ago at the age of 53. It was April 2009 after a year of trying to figure out what was causing her memory loss. My title "Coping with Alzheimer's" is about me coping with my mother having it. The author name of "her daughter" is referring to me her daughter. I just really wanted a place to write. Plain and simple. I'm not sure what I want this blog to become exactly except for that.

Here are some shoot the breeze memories of her that I remember;

When I was probably three or four I remember laying on the couch eating plums with my mom. It was just her and I since all my other siblings were at school. I remember feeling so special laying there with her. It was like it was our little secret.

My mom has always been a lover of crafts. All my life, with each new season or major holiday my mom would spend hours on end putting crafts away and putting the new ones out. It was her love and passion. I remember in our old house in Utah all the Valentine crafts being out and covering the whole living room. That memory makes me very happy for some reason. So simple but it still brings a smile to my face.

Memories. How wonderful yet so fragile.