Super Model

Due for another appointment with the retina specialist, I went to Ramsey to pick Mom up and bring her to the doctor’s office in Wayne. Up in her room, Sugar* was helping Mom get dressed. Of all the gals who take care of my mother, this lady is my favorite. Her sweet and caring nature radiate from her. Mom responds well to her. We agreed on a jacket for her and made our way down the stairs.

A new resident, Simon,* stared at us as we got to the bottom of the stairs.

“This is my daughter” Mom told him proudly.


“This is my daughter” she told him again. Turning to me, she offered “He’s a little confused, like me. We’re getting married.”

“You’re getting married and you didn’t invite me?”

We all giggled at Mom’s proclamation and I told Simon it was nice to meet him. We went out the door to the car down the driveway. I was glad to observe Mom’s steady gait. Physical therapy did wonders.

During our travels to the eye doctor, Mom told me she had found Simon at another place and rescued him. She didn’t love him, but she felt sorry for him and would marry him.

She also told me she had been to Paris last week. My brother screwed up the arrangements, so she got to the airport in Paris and then had to turn around and come back.

Mom also won a beauty contest.

Back on Planet Earth, we went through the tests at the retina specialist’s office. Mom reported worse vision and tooth problems to the eye technician. But the tests revealed that her vision was stable. Her good eye is still seeing at 20/30. The jury’s out on her teeth (which are on an upper plate anyway).

Since we were in Wayne, an area offering a lot of retail stores, I took her to a shoe store and tried on dozens of pairs of shoes. Finally, I found her a sparkly pair of black flats that fit her, which she could wear on Thanksgiving.

Did I know Mom won a beauty contest?

I was grateful that Mom was so calm and pleasant. As we rode, I glanced at her on this bright, sunny, early fall day, and saw her smiling. She reached over and patted my hand. She was glad to be with me. Glad to feel cared for. Happy to be out and about with someone who loves and listens to her.

From Rock Star to Super Model, jetting to Paris and back, winning beauty contests and consenting to give her hand in marriage to a man she rescued, this was just another week in the life of my mother.

*Not their real names


About traceysl

Digital Artist, creative technologist, problem-solving lover of life. Having cared for my mother, who died on April 14, 2015 after a long fight with dementia, I have refocused professionally to helping others through my experience. I have started a company called Grand Family Planning to provide unique Family Support Services. In this way, I share my knowledge and give meaning to the tragic turn of my parents' journey through the misery of dementia.
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