Hi My name is Debbie. I was the youngest child of my family and my mothers baby. We shared a very close bond between us over the years. My parents were 43 years old when I was born and sadly I didn't get as many years with them like my older brothers and sisters did. Mom passed away when I was 34 years old in 1989. She was 78 years old and had suffered so much the last few years of her life. She had osteoporosis real bad and her back looked like an S. She developed Alzheimers at the age of 72 and she slowly slipped away from us mentally over the next 6 years. That was the hardest thing to deal with for all of us. We had to place her in a nursing home because all of us worked full time and were unable to care for her in her last years here on earth. And we had to get her away from our father who was mistreating her after she got Alzheimers. You see my mother had always been more of a servant to our father and he was one of those demanding men. She waited on him hand and foot all of her life because she loved him and felt it was her duty to do so. She wasn't allowed to be sick and not take care of him. When her mind started down that confusion road, he would try to force her to do the things she always did before. Needless to say it didn't work and he left bruises on her more than once trying to get her to do for him. He said that she was just being contrary and wasn't sick as we said. He was one of those people that knew everything and was always right. You couldn't tell him anything even if it was the truth. He knew better than anyone. So after finding his handprints on her upper arms while I was bathing her one weekend. I talked to other family members about it and we decided to get her out of harms way and into a nursing home. Several of us children would visit her real often and spend lots of time with her while she was there. I was the last one to visit her before she died a few days later after being in the nursing home for 6 years. Some of my family hadn't seen her in several years and her death was very hard on them. Maybe a little guilt for them abandoning her when she needed them the most. When the nursing home called me to tell me that she was gone, I went there to see her one more time. They didn't want to let me but I insisted. I knew that I would have to help some of my brothers and sisters during the funeral process so I had my own time with her to say good bye. It was very difficult to let her go but a blessing in another way because her years of suffering were over at last. She had gone on to Heaven to be with her wonderful mother. The only grandparent that I ever had but lost when I was only 5 years old. I dream of my mother right often and she is always smiling and happy in those precious dreams. She was an angel on earth during her life. She had more love and compassion for others than anyone that I have ever known. No one disliked my mother when they met her and got to know her. She was a Blessing to everyone that she met. I thank God everyday that I was Blessed with such a wonderful mother in my life. I miss her very much to this day.
Love and Hugs,
Love and Hugs,
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