Reflections of a Daughter of the Silent Generation and Mother of Generation Y
As I stood on the stage, being ordained an interfaith minister by the Chaplaincy Institute of Maine, I heard and felt Mom’s presence in the birds singing in the trees and the gentle breeze on my face. I felt the pieces of my story settling into place. I was excited, curious and, most of all, ready, for whatever comes next.
—excerpt from Living Is for Living: A Caregiver’s Story
As we returned home from an afternoon hike, Siena spotted another Blue Jay, this one perched in a tree at the top of our street. We looked at each other and smiled, understanding that Mom is still right here, with us. We just need to be available to the moment, the best we can.
—excerpt from Living Is for Living: A Caregiver’s Story
Mom died at dawn on Tuesday, October 15, 2019 – two years from the day we got her back to Maine. Then, at 54, our beautiful friend Terry T died too. Even in the midst of battling cancer, she’d texted me: Sorry about your mom, but I know, because I believe, that she is at peace. Thank you dear Terry T for showing me the way. Peace be with you, too.
—excerpt from Living Is for Living: A Caregiver’s Story
In Mom’s Alzheimer’s care, we’d guided her through a daily routine to promote her good moments. With the wisdom and support of her hospice team, we modified that approach to better meet her evolving needs. I was grateful that, even though caring for Mom as she approached death wasn’t easy, I got to do it and that, even when I felt alone, I was supported.
—excerpt from Living Is for Living: A Caregiver’s Story
