“Come, I want you to see something” my mother beckoned.
She showed me two graduation portraits, one of me, and one of my twin sister.
Pointing to my portrait, she said “That’s my beautiful daughter, Nancy.”
She looked at my sister’s portrait, cocked her head and declared “I have no idea who that is”.
Blissfully unaware, no longer cognizant.
NAR © 2023
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #306
The Elephant's Trunk 
So touching, but it happens often. Well penned, Nancy !
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, KK. This is close to my heart; a true story about my mother.
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙏❤️🙏
LikeLike
Kind of a sweet way of telling this kind of story. I took care of my grandmother with Alzheimer’s and she often thought I was her mother or sister. I’d always go with it and it created some really special memories.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You really just have to go along with whatever is happening at any given moment. My mom would often stand at the window waiting for my dad to come home from the war. To remind her that he had already died would be like telling her for the first time.
LikeLiked by 1 person
awww well written and so sadly true Nancy.. did this actually happen? 💞
LikeLiked by 1 person
It’s so sad to see your parents drift away. Yes, Cindy, this is a true story.
LikeLiked by 1 person
oh soooo sad Nancy, so sorry and so sad for sure!💗
LikeLike
Oh, so very sad! My husband’s mother slipped away a little at time.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, I can relate to that, D. This is a true story, excerpts from a longer one about a visit to my mom in her nursing home in what turned out to be the start of her final days.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh, my heart goes out to you!
❤️💕
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, hon. We had become invisible strangers but I believe she was happy in her final days.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Well, that’s a blessing at least! Once one learns how to not take it personally, it is much easier.
LikeLiked by 1 person
So sad.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, extremely sad.
LikeLiked by 1 person
🥲
LikeLike
Kinda sad, you know? It happens too often.
LikeLiked by 1 person
It sure does. I’ve experienced this with my father, my mother and now my sister’s husband.
LikeLiked by 1 person