Mother had been in Residential care three and a half months when I began to get regular phone calls from the staff regarding Mother. Mother was distressed, saying she couldn't breath! Mother was crying, saying she was dying. Each time I went in and stayed with Mother till she was settled and comfortable again. Sometimes she seemed vague, not very with it, and rambling. She had also taken to singing when she couldn't find words to talk. How clever of her to find a way, I thought. Staff said Mother sometimes sang all night!
Mother would rally after about 20 minutes, saying "I don't know where I have been or what I was saying, but I'm back now!" being her usual bright self again. In retrospect "I'm back now" was a common statement after her mind returned from what I can only describe as 'dementia wanderings/vacancy'. They became more frequent. Often she didn't quiet remember who I was, but knew she knew me. Her long term memory was fine, just in the wrong time zone often! Mother would be so surprised to hear she was 90 and I was her daughter. Once I showed her her pure white hair in the mirror, then she believed me and was so amazed.
The disease is a whole body disease, which I lost sight of until Mother entered her final terminal stage. She had precious lucid moments which became fewer in time each day. Mother slept more, rambled more and regressed to little-girl more. Her great grand-daughters (5 & 7 years old) came and played their ukuleles to her while they sat on the floor by her bed and sang to her. Mother stopped her rambling to listen, then went peacefully to sleep. The girls felt proud they had sang to Great-grandma to comfort her enough to sleep. Other times when she cried out "mummy", I would gently respond "mummy's here" and she would settle.
It was a precious irreplaceable time; just to sit with her and hold her hand, feeling her presence even though she was past communicating. She still was Mother, her presence was part of my experience from birth, and so comforting. We would sing to her and pray with her. Finally after ten days Mother passed peacefully in her sleep. My youngest brother had spent all afternoon sitting with her and I sat with her all evening, expecting to stay overnight again, when she quietly went. We had been expecting it for so long, it finally was a shock when it actually happened. I remembered when Mother told me she would be dancing when she turned 100, so at her funeral we had the song "we will dance"; a song about dancing in the streets of gold in heaven. It is reassuring that Mother had faith in Jesus as her Saviour. We expect to meet her again, as with faith in Jesus, death has lost its sting and there is hope. May God Bless you Mother.
It was a precious irreplaceable time; just to sit with her and hold her hand, feeling her presence even though she was past communicating. She still was Mother, her presence was part of my experience from birth, and so comforting. We would sing to her and pray with her. Finally after ten days Mother passed peacefully in her sleep. My youngest brother had spent all afternoon sitting with her and I sat with her all evening, expecting to stay overnight again, when she quietly went. We had been expecting it for so long, it finally was a shock when it actually happened. I remembered when Mother told me she would be dancing when she turned 100, so at her funeral we had the song "we will dance"; a song about dancing in the streets of gold in heaven. It is reassuring that Mother had faith in Jesus as her Saviour. We expect to meet her again, as with faith in Jesus, death has lost its sting and there is hope. May God Bless you Mother.