tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786763185255891553.post7447916230306688273..comments2024-02-26T00:13:34.029-08:00Comments on How to Laugh at Alzheimer's: My Mommy Tribute: K is for KidsAndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02800570277515611505noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786763185255891553.post-2548285927855781862012-04-25T14:51:11.877-07:002012-04-25T14:51:11.877-07:00Hello, Fellow Challenger, from #398 - aka Rockin&#...Hello, Fellow Challenger, from #398 - aka Rockin'Chair Reflections! If she's happy, it's no one's business. Beautiful post and tribute. Come visit when you can.SharleneThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12180247939829055069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786763185255891553.post-64726922799059337782012-04-20T22:25:09.980-07:002012-04-20T22:25:09.980-07:00Visiting from A/Z; I see you haven't posted in...Visiting from A/Z; I see you haven't posted in a few days; hope all is well. This was really poignant to read; your description of your mom's love for children was so touching. It brought back memories about my mom and her love for her "grands" (sadly she passed 5-1/2 years ago). I hope you continue on with the challenge if you can do so! good luck with it!<br /><br />bettybettyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06323135450742337670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786763185255891553.post-80964626805972537092012-04-20T16:17:13.542-07:002012-04-20T16:17:13.542-07:00Whatever makes her happy, right? I wish for grandk...Whatever makes her happy, right? I wish for grandkids but only if it works for my kids. <br />Kate<br />Following /Visit http://whenkateblogs.blogspot.com/Kate OMarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13836219118522983821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786763185255891553.post-33075458730064583412012-04-18T19:53:29.093-07:002012-04-18T19:53:29.093-07:00Oh Andrea.. that was just lovely. Brought me to te...Oh Andrea.. that was just lovely. Brought me to tears. I can't imagine how hard it is to have someone you love go through Alzheimer's... but how eloquently you write about it. The photo of your mom with the doll? Priceless...Cathy Olliffe-Websterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12729578896443750402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786763185255891553.post-56514731834555689712012-04-18T17:44:18.883-07:002012-04-18T17:44:18.883-07:00What a sweet tribute to your Mom, Andrea...she wou...What a sweet tribute to your Mom, Andrea...she would be proud! Just stopping by from the Challenge...Jarm Del Bocciohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16734893974122730211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786763185255891553.post-83464793180121330272012-04-16T13:22:00.420-07:002012-04-16T13:22:00.420-07:00Yes, who can judge happiness? Maybe she was preten...Yes, who can judge happiness? Maybe she was pretending...or remembering?soggy in the cornerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16044373622974562118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786763185255891553.post-43273672767778496712012-04-16T08:22:16.510-07:002012-04-16T08:22:16.510-07:00sounds like your mother was an excellent mother---...sounds like your mother was an excellent mother---that doll reminds me of the doll i gave my mother the her last Christmas---i think she knew it was not real, but she slept with it every night--sweet postLynn Proctorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786763185255891553.post-52886578572551210602012-04-15T09:49:59.252-07:002012-04-15T09:49:59.252-07:00my own emotional attachments to my own mother are ...my own emotional attachments to my own mother are so complicated, that your posts get to me every time. The pic of your mom with the doll resonates a little differently, as it is reminiscient of my dad who had alzhiermers. Near the end, she bought him a stuffed bear. I was horrified and thought it was disrespectful for some reason. My father loved that bear. He'd play with it on his wheelchair tray. And when he died at 3am, we weren't there. But his bear was.Sandra Tylerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13191775335774130719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786763185255891553.post-54572688182901077322012-04-14T10:49:36.413-07:002012-04-14T10:49:36.413-07:00Oh, what a lovely post, Andrea. My mom loved kids,...Oh, what a lovely post, Andrea. My mom loved kids, too, but she had trouble conceiving; I was born when she was 38 and my brother when she was 39; so there were only two of us. Like you, I don't have children of my own, but my brother gave her four beautiful grandchildren, and was able to see three of them grow in adulthood and one to late adolescence. She can still recognize them for the most part, though sometimes when I mention them by name she'll ask me who that is. Your last picture here is so much like a woman in my mom's assisted living; she carries a baby doll (and sometimes more than one) around with her and even tries to feed it at dinnertime. And it does make her happy. These memories of your mom are so poignant and sweet.ElaineLKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00866201775130742517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786763185255891553.post-80265416717411027762012-04-14T10:13:39.751-07:002012-04-14T10:13:39.751-07:00Our K post is about Kids too, but quite different....Our K post is about Kids too, but quite different.<br /><br />Sorry your mother never got grandkids.Masquerade Crewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08561517969693391881noreply@blogger.com