My mom has dementia.
This is very hard for my dad, my brothers, me, all the family.
Last week my brother was with her. They sat together on the porch in front of the home where she lives with her constant nursing companions.
My mom was quiet so my brother asked, “Mom what are you thinking about?”
“I’m thinking about God,” she replied.
More pause.
“What do you think about God?” he plied her.
She paused again and said, “That he’s watching over me.”
Mom doesn’t know much these days, but she knows this. In her disabled, confused and very vulnerable state, she knows that God is watching over her.
Perhaps as we age, we become more and more like we are and retain and exhibit more and more of who we have become. Mom has always known this — that God is near — and at this very challenging time in her life, she still does.
That isn’t her dementia; that is her reality.
Thrive! 