A MOTHER’S DAY TRIBUTE
BY DEBORAH M. PICCURELLI
My mom is 86 years old. She’s cheerful, humorous, and sweet. She has also been diagnosed with dementia. She and my dad live together in an assisted living facility, because they both need round-the-clock medical care. More Dad than Mom.
Mom is still spry, even though her diet isn’t the healthiest (she likes her sweets), and still able to walk without aid. And she loves to laugh. The smallest thing will literally have her rolling on the sofa in stitches. We, her family, love to find things we know she’ll find funny, just because to see this is a delight.
But my mom was always this way. I don’t ever remember a day when she didn’t find something to smile or laugh about. She liked having fun with my two sisters and me, too. I think back to times when we’d put a record on the stereo, and the four of us would dance. Back then, she even watched those teenage dance shows on TV with us, like American Bandstand and The Jerry Blavat Show.
Now, Mom’s slightly different than she used to be. She seems even younger, in her childlike way. Her hobby is collecting little stuffed animals, jewelry, and candy she wins at Bingo. All of these things are proudly displayed on a huge windowsill in the living room of her apartment.
One thing I know that has never changed, though: My mom still loves laughter.