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“Nobody’s perfect. We’re all just one step up from the beasts and one step down from the angels.” ― Jeanette Walls
Do you believe a person can change?
Do you think an abusive narcissist can transform into a loving, caring mother when you thought she was lost forever in the fog of dementia?
Dementia: The Unexpected Gifts of Love
Is there any point in long-term suffering?
Read my story and decide for yourself.
Skeletons In The Closet
My mother was a tyrant who lived atop a pedestal of her self-proclaimed greatness. She was negligent of other’s feelings and ignorant of their thoughts, prizing no one but herself.
There were no hugs, no kisses, no “I love you, sweethearts.” She was always moody, angry, and restless. Blaming, criticizing, and complaining.
My safest place on earth–our home–wasn’t safe, but it was the only place I had. Each time I returned home, there was more pain.
For many years, there were only pain and hatred left.
It’s different now when most of it is gone–Mom, our home, and my hate.
I found forgiveness, compassion, and love but the residue of pain will probably never go away.
Here’s what happened.
The Paradoxes of Dementia
I peeked into the sunlit room. Mom was standing there unsteadily looking down at her feet. She seemed uncertain of what to do next, or what she was even doing there in the first place.
I moved closer and held out my hands. She slowly lifted her head and looked at me.
The blank expression on her face fled and her faded grey eyes gleamed anew with life as if someone had set a spark to a pair of dead stars.
A bright, childish smile transformed her wrinkled face so that it looked open and warm.
In her husky, weak voice, Mom said, “Baby Bee, is that you?”
This tiny woman, nearly lost in her dressing gown, was suddenly alive and present, “I’m so happy you’re here.”
She looked so fragile in this shrunken body I could barely recognize her. The thin arms within an oversized skin. The bluish hands with trembling fingers, crooked and stiff with arthritis, but surprisingly strong. The shaky legs that seemed to have a mind of their own.
Her once rich head of bluish-grey hair she was so proud of was gone, too. A bit of ashen fluff barely covered her skull.
I looked intensely into mom’s eyes, soaking up the kindness and love. It was an overwhelming but amazing feeling I wasn’t used to.
“Is it another trick of hers?” A needle of doubt pricked my heart but soon vanished.
Mom’s entire being was shining from the inside–it was the real her that had been hidden somewhere in the dark since she was little.
See the best in people. Some may be fallen angels striving to find their way back to heaven.
I came closer and hugged her carefully as I would hug a baby. Mom hugged me back.
We were standing there for a while breathing shallowly so as not to frighten off that rare moment of joined joy.
Once Restless, Always Restless
My visit was drawing to a close.
Mom and I spent every possible moment holding hands and looking into each other’s eyes, more communicating than talking. Mom couldn’t say much–the dementia had disassembled her brain and turned it into a mass of lipid cells barely hanging together.
Then suddenly: “How old am I, baby Bee?” she asked.
Slowly, she processed the number. “So old?” Sigh… “And you?”
“57 this year.”
“Time flies.” She closed her eyes, lost to the world.
Sometimes she would become agitated and walk back and forth at her best speed–once restless, always restless.
Then, exhausted, she would sit on a chair, but an invisible power would push her back to her legs. She would apologize and start walking again.
A year earlier it would have driven me nuts. Now I felt her suffering and my heart cried for her.
Only when we allow ourselves to recognize and feel other people’s pain can we become human again.
We walked together and I let her lean on me for support. I tried to make our rounds more adventurous.
“Let’s go in the kitchen, mom, and see if the kettle is on.” Or, “Why don’t we go to the bathroom, I don’t remember if we turned the lights off.”
Finally, her last bit of strength would leave and she would fall into a brief sleep. Sitting on the side of her bed, I would stroke her hand and sing her a lullaby, the same she used to sing for me when I was little.
I Saw An Angel
One day, mom fell asleep in my old room. As I gazed through the window, memories flashed through my mind.
When I looked back at her, she was awake and smiling. “An angel came to me,” she said with an unusual calmness in her voice.
“Tell me about the angel,” I begged.
“He had a kind face and a strong body,” mom shared, a little shyly.
“What did he do?”
“He walked with me. And he talked with me.”
“Did he have wings?”
“I don’t remember.”
I was leaving the very next day, and I was nervous about mom’s reaction–I didn’t want to upset her.
“Don’t leave me. Stay,” she pleaded.
“Do you feel me close sometimes, even if I’m not around?” I looked at Mom’s saddened eyes.
“We’re never apart. I love you, Mom.”
“I love you too,”– soulful and sincere.
“I know it now.”
Feelings of relief, forgiveness, and gratitude clouded my eyes with tears and filled my heart with warmth and uncomplicated love.
Not to disturb mom, I turned away to spread the blanket over her feet.
When I regained control over my emotions, I kissed the tip of mom’s cold, pointy nose, and her saggy, soft cheeks. Her face, so familiar and yet so different, and I said:
“Try to remember, mommy: I’m always here. I’m always with you, if not in body then in Spirit. Will you remember that?”
I called from the airport, and Mom’s nurse answered the phone.
“How’s mom?” I asked.
“She woke up late this morning. She’s in a good mood, and she told me about the angel.”
“What did she say?”
“That an angel came to her in her dream. He walked with her, told her stories, and they laughed together.”
Allow Yourself to Love
Sitting on the plane, I was thinking about Mom’s angel.
Mom’s sudden change meant the world to me – I finally knew that she loved me and that she always had in her own way.
I wanted her to find peace in that troubled mind, relief for her tired body, and freedom for her imprisoned soul.
I wished her to leave for the better world. And I wanted her to stay a bit longer with me, now that I had finally found her.
Was it a profound, real change?
I believe so. For both of us.
Sometimes, a person’s true face shows up for the first time in her last act.
Mom could finally reconnect with her true self.
“You see love liberates. it doesn’t bind, love says I love you. I love you if you’re in China, I love you if you’re across town, I love you if you’re in Harlem, I love you. I would like to be near you, I would like to have your arms around me I would like to have your voice in my ear but that’s not possible now, I love you so go. love liberates it doesn’t hold. that’s ego. love liberates.”~Maya Angelou
If there’s any point in a long period of suffering, it must be for purifying a soul. In this case, it was for both of us.
I could forgive her after so many years of pain, and Mom’s unexpectedly resurfaced love helped me with that.
I used to want her to be in Hell, but I don’t want that anymore. I believe she suffered enough.
She passed away a few months later, and I was there to say goodbye.
I love you, Mom. Be my angel now.
Luminita d. Saviuc
Luminita, the founder of purposefairy, is an enthusiastic student of the arts, psychology, and spirituality. Her acclaimed blog post, 15 things you should give up to be happy , was shared by over 1.3 million people on facebook. Later on, it became the heart of her book, 15 things you should give up to be happy, book that will be published by penguin random house in march 2016. For more details check out the about page.
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