The Smells

Mom smells. I wish I could say it was a pleasant smell. But it’s not. It’s that old people smell. Sigh. I try and get he in the shower. She would let me take her sweatshirt off. She pins her arms down & refuses to budge. I just don’t have the energy to fight her. At least she let me change her Depends. That’s progress. Wasn’t easy.
I wish I knew how to make everything easier for her. I want so much for her to have a better life. I wish I knew how to reach her.

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About stommieblu

A 40 something daughter whose Mother died of Alzheimer's Disease. I plan on using this as a place to vent my frustrations and sadness. And I probably will post other stuff.
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