Rosa in 1990s
The Kiss. Mother’s Day 2010
The day we took mom to the nursing home. Sept 2017.
At the nursing home 2017
A passport- sized photo of me as a child was always on the mirror.
Mom had nothing to do at the home so she went from room to room looking at people's belongings.
My mother's companion Robert helped her wirh personal grooming.
Mom took things from the rooms of other residents. The necklace was one such item.
another passport photo of me on her mirror.
Which onne is me? She always knew.
Gradually moms words became fewer and her eyes more and more vacant.
Mom was affectionate until the very end.
A moment of joy in bed.
A portrait of mom in the common room
Eventually staring out the window became a regular past time. Did she want to go out?
Mom settles in after a year and stops pacing from room to room. She also stopped talking all together and silence fell upon our visits.
My sister Jacqueling came from UK for regular visits. Mom always knew we were family.
Music made her cry, even if she stopped singing- perhapes becasue she could not sing along.
She ate less and less and her face becasme gaunt quite suddenly.
The she began tripping.
And finally was bed bound.
She forgot how to swallow and we opted for a feeding tube.
Our last Chritmas together, December 2019.
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