Wednesday, October 22, 2014


During my week-long visit with my mom, I found myself making wishes.

I wish my mom did not have dementia.
I wish her brain was completely healthy.
I wish her thoughts were unfuddled and her memories clear.
I wish she was living out her golden years with comfort and serenity, clear in her sense of who she is and what her life has been.
I wish my mom was whole again.

Sadly, I know that my wishes cannot come true, at least not in this lifetime. And I am learning to make my peace with that.

During the same week, my mom had just one wish.

My mom wished for a homemade peanut butter cookie.

And happily, I was able to make her wish come true.

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