My family and I are now in the early stages of caring for my mother.
It is nothing like I’d imagined.
I visualize my mother’s memories/life in terms of balloons. I see her walking through life gathering balloons. Happy ones, sad ones, exciting ones. Nowadays she is no longer able to grow her balloon bouquet, but instead is loosing her grip on them, and one by one they are drifting away…out of hand…out of sight. They cannot be gathered again. Once out of hand they are beyond her reach. We are now watching her balloons dwindle.