I know I don’t speak about this topic often, maybe I should. Maybe if I spoke about it more, those of us who are going through the same thing could share our experiences and I would feel less alone in these feelings. Honestly I don’t bring it up because it can be such a downer and if I allow myself to speak about it, or even think about it…I think that I will cry and that in itself will slow me down.
Let me first say that my Mom is alive. Maybe the title threw you off but let me explain. For those of you who may not know this about me, my Mom has always been my rock and the reason why I’ve come this far in my life. I owe her everything. She was always strong, independent, didn’t take shit from anyone and raised me to be the same way (which I’m forever thankful for). Next year I’ll be turning 30 and I’ve started to realize how much I am in fact, my mother’s daughter.
My Mom also happened to be diagnosed with dementia 2 years ago.
Soo Sunny Park (b. Seoul, Korea) - Unwoven Light at Rice University’s Rice Gallery in Houston, Texas. Composed of 37 individual sculptural units, the installation uses iridescent plexi-glass embedded in pieces of a chain link fence to cast shimmering, colorful reflections across the spacious gallery. Photo’s via Walley Films Flickr Photostream.
Every fucking forenoon. Every single fucking forenoon when i return from my squirely duties this little faggot just sits there and flashes me this stupid visage. What should i do about him? Ye provideth any knowledge naves?
We visit my parents almost every weekend and the corgs love it there. Gatsby gets to hang out with his BFF, Sammy, and both of them get lots of treats from my mom. They also love that there is a yard to run around in and it’s just generally a much bigger place than our apartment.
Scout never wants to leave. Seriously. When you leash her up and tell her it’s time to go home, she dramatically falls on her side and will refuse to move or get up. We literally have to drag her to the door (as seen above).