Only Love Is Real, Only Love Remains

During my time living with my mother's progressive dementia, I lived mostly in isolation with her, care-taking her 24-7. I did not have my long time friends around me, friendships that had been developed over many, many years. Some friends fell by the wayside, the time and distance between us proved too long. Most friends back home were more than happy to receive my calls and provide their love and support. They were a part of a life line to sanity for me, as were the phone conversations and visits from my children and grandchildren. I am grateful to my eldest son for being here to assist me. He would listen to me. He lived in the same world that I did. She would listen to him and occasionally co-operate with me. But sometimes, my son was my mother's enemy also. But, mostly, she was angry with me. All of the time. But, still, I am grateful for the time here that provided the catalyst to heal child-hood shame and guilt that had haunted me my entire life. I am grateful for "Cash" my really smart and sensitive dog who was adopted over a year ago. He became a loyal companion, a most welcome light and diversion into the world of dementia. As mother progressed deeper into her delusional world, I am grateful for all the new friends I discovered in my own virtual reality. So grateful - beyond the words to say. I escaped into the world of Face-book, and my primary socialization became my Face-book friends. We have shared positive thoughts and inspiration. We have shared political opinions and aspirations. All we have shared is how I emotionally and psychologically survived the two and halve years care-taking my mother, as she grew more dependent, lived in a world peopled with delusions and paranoia, became increasing hostile, abusive, and combative. This is a volumn of poetry and writing I wrote during this time of care-taking my mother. There are some poems included that were written in the past. There are political rants included. There are a few A Course In Miracles quotes in this volumn. I am so grateful for all the posts that were shared with me that kept me uplifted and consolidating my spiritual path. Thank you friends for sharing your love and light with me. You were the source of my sanity. I hope you enjoy this collection of original writing inspired by this most difficult walk of living with mother's progressing dementia. Blessings to all.