Sunday morning began with Mrs. Huntington searching the house for anyone. She was in her blue nightgown creeping down the hallway as the first light of day made a blue cast on the walls. It was still too dark to make out her features. She went into Nicky and Amy’s room and bent down right … More I Sure Enjoyed That Movie
Mrs. Huntington had settled into living with her son Nicky and rarely mentioned the assisted living home now. Having the kids home for the holidays had thrown her for a loop. Their endless bounding energy was often entertaining but sometimes overwhelming. On the last day of Christmas break, Nicky decided to take down the tree … More A Tree of Memories
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“Don’t you think you should–” The stories of Mrs. Huntington are a fictionalized story based upon the real life experiences of a caregiver for his elderly mother who suffers from dementia. The tragedy of loss is often punctuated by the hilarity of the moment. You have to laugh. Sometimes that’s all you can do. … More Don’t You Think
After a few days, Nicky began to notice that his mom’s hair was looking bad. He knew she had an issue with taking a bath and she really just needed a shampoo. He called Home Health and asked for suggestions. They said the drug store had no-rinse shampoo shower caps. “You just massage her head … More Home Spa & Convalescent
“Nicole, I have been giving this a great deal of thought. I want to bring mom to my house.” He paused when her face froze. “I want you to know that I think you’ve been wonderful with her. It’s not about the care she is getting.” “This is a big decision, Nicky. Are you sure … More A Thousand Suns on My Ceiling
The banging thuds in the bathroom worried her. Nicole got up and listened through the door. She expected to hear Mrs. Huntington’s panicked cry for help because she had fallen. All she could hear were loud splashes and booming echos of something hitting the tub. Her mind played out scenes of what the noises could … More Nicole
Nicole and I watched TV in my room. I have two chairs covered in a beige floral fabric and a TV on the wall. Nicole visits me often. I think she comes over every day, actually. She is alright. I can’t remember how I know her. At least she spends time at my place. That’s … More Look at her hair!
“Are you my son?” Such an odd question for a mom to ask. He was 46. She had been his mother for nearly half a century, but now she couldn’t remember. He could get sad about it or feel rejected, but the truth was, her mind was the one betraying us all. It made her … More Nicky
I couldn’t understand what they were saying. They must have been whispering. How rude! I eyed them while the bile rose in my stomach. “What? What did you say?” I asked. They turned and looked down their nose at me. “I was talking to Nicole, mom.” I detected annoyance. Why did he even come if … More The Vegetable Bill
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