A sharp pain echoes through my heart
Before the tears begin to fall.
And in the darkness of my room
For everything that’s ever hurt me-
And all the things that ever will,
Alone in the blackness-
And the tears become sobs
And the sobs become screams
And the screams become prayers-
That I cry.
Are Your arms wide enough-
Is Your love strong enough-
To comfort this child
When I cry?
Let me hear Your gentle words
Let me feel Your presence here.
Let me know I’m not alone-
As I cry.
But You are strangely silent
And I feel no arms around me
As I call out Your name
And I cry.
I wail until my heart is empty-
Till crystal pain no longer flows.
And fall asleep among the teardrops-
That I cried.
Your angels sang a lullaby-
Your gift of tears- a sweet release,
And You were with me all the while
Last night I cried, because I thought about my mother, as I often do. I know she must be sinking farther and farther into dementia, and I can’t do anything about it. I love her and miss her, and I wish things had ended differently. (But I guess she made her choice also.) I wish I could comfort her, in that far-away place she now dwells. How can you be angry with someone who is now probably like a confused child?
I cry because I remember her fear of dementia, and her fear of having to live that way. I cry because I tried so hard to care for her and please her, and she called me hateful names (while she was still in her right mind.) I cry because I’ve always loved her, and I just wanted her to love me back.
I cry because I wish that I could soothe her fears, and I can’t. All of this is progressing so rapidly, and I could see it plainly awhile back. We were told that it would not get better. I knew that her care needs were more than I could handle anymore, and I was already 3 1/2 years into total exhaustion, and sick myself. There should be no shame in saying that I could not continue on as I was. I simply could not. I knew that I was going to die. But my brother didn’t get it. Now maybe he will.
How frightening it must be, to be trapped in your very physically ill body, losing your mind. It seems like some kind of cruel nightmare, that has no ending. She was so afraid of becoming like the people we saw in the halls of the nursing home (where she was for 5 1/2 months of rehab.) I always reassured her, and tried to help her through her confusion, and prayed that it would pass. It really accelerated after her hip surgery. She was never really the same after that, and we were warned by the Ortho doctor that many elderly people are affected that way by the anesthesia.
And now I can’t get to her. She might as well be in a castle with a drawbridge and a moat, instead of a small house in a small town with my angry brother, and a caregiver. She’s isolated. She probably wouldn’t want to see me anyway.
And I could not go back without becoming totally involved in her care, and I am not physically able to do that anymore. I have been very sick lately, and I just can no longer take the stress of her care, or of her emotional treatment of me.
That is why she was so much better off in the Assisted Living, where she could get socialization, food she loved, and medical assistance and supervision. There was a Memory Care Unit there as well, if she needed it later on. But my brother was determined to bring her home, and now he is probably overwhelmed as well. (You cannot possibly know what it is like to care for all her needs until you’ve done it. I could not keep up anymore, and the stress of it all was killing me.) I needed help desperately.
I can only reach her through my prayers. I ask God to comfort her, and strengthen her. I ask Him to take care of her, as I no longer can. I ask Him to soften her heart towards me, and let her memories be of our happy times together (and there were quite a few, in spite of our problems.) I ask God to tell her I love her.
But when I can’t take the pain in my heart anymore, I cry…