kermitI stopped by Eason House yesterday for a visit. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how quiet the place is without Mom there; two of the ladies were sleeping, another was resting in her chair, and the fourth disappeared to her room shortly after I arrived. My mom’s room still sits empty, and I’m not sure if that’s good or bad. It will definitely be strange to see someone else take that space, but maybe it will be a positive change – a sign that life carries on after loss.

While I was there, cute little Nico came in – Mom loved him so much. No matter what kind of day she was having, when she saw that adorable face, she lit up and truly came to life. Well, now almost six months later, Nico is walking – he’s no longer a baby. When I saw him, my mind immediately went to Mom and how she would have been absolutely crazy about those bright, inquisitive toddler eyes and chunky cherub cheeks. Time marches on, doesn’t it? I guess the one constant we can count on in life is change…

That being said… life after Alzheimer’s isn’t for the faint of heart. As I write in my latest post, After Alzheimer’s: Facing the Grief, I think I miss Mom more with each passing day… I wonder when the sense of loss and sadness will begin to ease.