Remebering....
Most of you know I took care of my mom with Alzheimer's for about eight years before she had to go into an assisted living and just passed away last March.
It was tough I can't lie, but it was also a lot of fun and there are a lot of memories that I have of the silly stuff that she would do.
So this isn't to offend anyone of any race at any time but I'm going to tell you my mother was a huge racist. It's just the way I grew up thankfully I'm not that way.
Before I begin I need to set the scene a little bit, this was before she had completely lost it at all and wanted to be independent.
We walk into the Costco near our house and she is adamant about buying bed frames for both of my children. They have been just fine with box springs on the floor but apparently we needed these bed frames. I told her that we'd have to get someone to help us carry them out because they were going to be too heavy. Being independent as she thought she was, she demanded that I stay in the truck.
Knowing my mother, I immediately began to dread what she was going to do but I handed her credit card and said good luck just phone me if you have any problems.
About 20 minutes later she comes out with a very large grin on her face and a very large African American man behind her with a pseudo smile on his face. He loads the bed frames into the back of our truck and I asked Mom out the window how everything went.
I profusely started to apologize to the gentleman and explain to him that my mother had Alzheimer's dementia.
He smiled and said, it's not the worst thing I've been called.
All the fun times with my mother.
Most of you know I took care of my mom with Alzheimer's for about eight years before she had to go into an assisted living and just passed away last March.
It was tough I can't lie, but it was also a lot of fun and there are a lot of memories that I have of the silly stuff that she would do.
So this isn't to offend anyone of any race at any time but I'm going to tell you my mother was a huge racist. It's just the way I grew up thankfully I'm not that way.
Before I begin I need to set the scene a little bit, this was before she had completely lost it at all and wanted to be independent.
We walk into the Costco near our house and she is adamant about buying bed frames for both of my children. They have been just fine with box springs on the floor but apparently we needed these bed frames. I told her that we'd have to get someone to help us carry them out because they were going to be too heavy. Being independent as she thought she was, she demanded that I stay in the truck.
Knowing my mother, I immediately began to dread what she was going to do but I handed her credit card and said good luck just phone me if you have any problems.
About 20 minutes later she comes out with a very large grin on her face and a very large African American man behind her with a pseudo smile on his face. He loads the bed frames into the back of our truck and I asked Mom out the window how everything went.
Great look I did it all by myself I even found me a big buck n-word to haul this out for me, isn't he great?
I profusely started to apologize to the gentleman and explain to him that my mother had Alzheimer's dementia.
He smiled and said, it's not the worst thing I've been called.
All the fun times with my mother.
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