January 9, 2009. My mother was 95 that day. I didn’t have the party I had planned for her because she had been slightly ill, and I didn’t want to overtax her. “We’ll have it later”, I told her, “when you’re feeling better”. She lived only a few weeks more, and the party never happened.
I took good care of my mom, but was at times frustrated with the constant demands, as any caregiver will become. I don’t feel bad about feeling frustrated, but I will always regret not having given her that party.
Not a long story, but a word to all of you out there caring for elderly parents. Celebrate with them now. No matter what.
What a lovely tribute to your mom. We do what we can; sounds like you were there for her a lot. Hope today was full of good memories for you.
Thanks Beth. It’s been a good day with lots of love all around me.