Packing up

I try not to talk about my mom too much but yesterday and last night were hard nights. Not good days. She kept talking about how is she going to move if she doesn't have a car, I need to take the photos down, and when I ask her where she is going she says she doesn't know.
Dementia has robbed a vital woman of her personality.
I didn't publish this last post because it's so hard for me to accept that this is my mom but what I've been told is this isn't my mom and not to take to heart things she may say to me. She can be very mean at times to everyone close to her. How her care givers do it I dint know,  I think all of them are saints. Angels moving amongst us that can touch the heart and sole those they care for with a single touch.
I am ever reminded that life is short and every moment is a gift with those you love. The most precious are the moments you can be alone in prayer and enjoy the happiness of quiet can give you.