Jamál (Beauty), 17 ‘Alá (Loftiness), 168 BE – Sunday, March 18,
2012 About 4:30 PM Pacific Time
On March 19, 2012, my mother turns 91. In the morning, Mom
will go to the Adult Daycare center. She will return home around 4:00 PM. Mom
and I have not discussed her birthday because I am not sure how to bring up the
subject.
When we do discuss Mom’s age, which is not very often, she
does not think she is 90 years old. I have no idea how old Mom thinks she is
and I prefer not to discuss age with her. Mom used to enjoy her birthdays and
she always acknowledged her age.
Before the Alzheimer’s disease, Mom did not let age bother
her. I learned from my mother that age was just a number and something you
accepted. I learned to celebrate the passing years from my mother’s actions on
her birthdays.
Now she does not remember how old she is and when we discuss
her age she gets angry when I mention her true age, so I do not mention it any
more. Mom used to talk about living to be 100 years old, now she does not bring
up birthdays or age. I do not think Mom realizes I am 65.
The Alzheimer’s disease has caused a great deal of changes
in our lives. I miss Mom being enthusiastic about up coming birthdays because she
always said what she wanted and enjoyed celebrating her day.
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