Death|Grief
About That Day I FaceTimed My Dead Mother
I still think about it to this day, and it’s as horrible as it sounds
This happened a few years ago. Honestly, I’m not exactly sure what year my mother (or father) died. They aren’t dates that I feel are so important that they belong in my calendar for yearly reminders. But I do often think about this day. This day will burn in my memories until I die.
A few days before my mother died, my sister was at the nursing home with her and asked if I wanted to see Mom. I kinda did, and I kinda didn’t. I hadn’t seen my mom in over 2 years.
The last time I saw her was when I had to go to Canada for a family emergency. She looked like a zombie but not quite death-warmed over. She still had a little color on her face and some meat on her bones. A little.
Mom was a beautiful lady. She had an amazing smile and such a wonderful and friendly disposition. Everyone loved and respected her. She just made everyone feel welcome. All the time.
When Alzheimers hit her in her early 60’s, we had no idea what to expect in the coming months and years. I had seen some people with Alzheimer's, not many, mind you, but some. They seemed healthy physically, they just lost all their marbles.
