Saying Goodbye: An Ongoing Process

One thing about Alzheimer’s is that it always keeps you guessing. Just when you think you have their triggers figured out, they change. Think you’ve got the agitation under control? Guess again. Sleep patterns? Rarely the same two nights in a row!Saying Goodbye: An Ongoing Process

Through the Years

Perhaps appropriate then, that the single, solitary point I was absolutely certain of ended up being a fallacy. Mom had been ill for years; we were barely into 2004 when the signs of the disease began to unmistakably show themselves. And, in hindsight, although she lived for another nine years, the progression was fairly rapid. My gaffe was the sincere belief that all of the grieving I’d done during her illness would lessen the pain of the final loss. Oh how I had miscalculated that one!

With Mom, aphasia set in early and hastily worsened, so it had been many years since I’d been able to sit down and have a normal conversation with her. As is so common, very early on in our journey, I began to feel as though I was losing her a bit at a time. But at each stage, we managed to find moments of joy and ways to communicate even if just through facial expressions and touch.

Long Goodbye

It was an ongoing process, to be sure, but the idea that people who have Alzheimer’s are completely “gone” is a misnomer. Right up until the end, we were still seeing aspects of her personality shining through. Despite her severe decline, we continued to see that stubborn independence, a disdain for being fussed over, and most notably, her magnificent sense of humor. We absolutely tried to make the best of the situation, but that didn’t minimize the grief along the way.

Hospice entered the picture, and I began to sense that for all the grieving I’d been doing over the years, I was embarking on a new, even deeper loss. We had indeed been living “the long goodbye,” but with each farewell, there had been the promise of tomorrow. It might be a good day or it might be a bad day, but I would see her again, touch her again, and say “I love you” again. And, there was a chance she would smile, laugh, or even tell me that she loved me.

The Final Loss

When the moment came that she was released from this life, I felt loss the depth of which I’ve never experienced.  It was only then that I fully understood – no matter how much advance warning I had or how much I thought I had grieved, I was now facing something distinctively different. To muddy the emotional waters, I knew I should feel thankful that she was whole again and that her suffering had finally ended. And I did feel that, but it didn’t dull the pain of this final loss.

In the midst of the battle, Alzheimer’s and dementia take over your life; sadness, stress, fear, uncertainty, exhaustion. Overwhelming. Yet to the degree possible, try to savor those special moments with your loved one – the hugs, the smiles, the rare twinkling eyes. Those moments come with less and less regularity until eventually they’re gone. Hold tight to the memories of those treasured flashes in time, and I promise, they will help carry you through.

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  • Jenna D

    Hi there. I wanted to say bless you for sharing your story with us. My grandfather was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease a very long time ago and the last 10 years have been quite the challenge. Never in my life did I think any disease could do something like this to a human being, their family or other loved ones. At the same time, there are moments of blessings and when the pain seems minor compared to the happiness the individual brings to your life. The man who I am closest with, grandpa, is currently in the last stages and will no longer with us, and as much as I claim strength, it crushes me in ways I would never wish on anyone else. Your story… is one of those blessings. Thank you.

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