We always had this special bond, something which grew naturally between us, having little to do with her connection to her son (my father) and more to do with some sort of common adoration and love. I can't explain it really in any other way.
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my parents divorced when I was three, my father left Mom for his (male) lover and proceeded to "come out", which naturally in the 1970's was a much different thing than it is today.
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the courts were brutal to him, at first denying all visitiation between us
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Gram fought like a General to see me regardless, petitioning the court for her own visitation
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She succeeded, and was allowed to visit me for 2 hours at a time supervised
my father was not allowed to be present
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in time my father was allowed to take me on Saturday's from 10-6
overnight visits were prohibited
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He lived in Boston where he had established his own Interior Design Firm, entertained often, became an alcoholic, and as a result, his visits were often missed
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Grammy never let me down, she was always there
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My father passed away as the result of a cocaine overdose when I was 15
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Grammy was devistated, as was I, we drew strength from one another
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About 8 years ago, Gram began suffering from what has now become a sort of senile dementia. Her memories are fading away slowly, most of what is left predates my own birth, She becomes lost in her own youth and early marriage years. Sometimes I am her son, sometimes her nephew, other times just Jim. In a way I feel like I have lost her, yet in another I live in those precious memories we once shared.
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I will always remember those old days Gram
enough for the both of us.
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and I SO covet that leopard bathing suit!
It was very sweet and the sentiment is just perfect...hold on to the memories. So important.
Happy holiday, babe.
I think that in her heart, she has her memory of you.
Dementia is always difficult for the loved ones to bear. And I like that you said that you said you will remember for the both of you.
Happy Thanksgiving!!
You were, and are, a very lucky man. :)
I'm very sorry that you're having to watch the memories slip from her - demetia is brutal.
Take care buddy, and Happy Thanksgiving. I'm thankful that you're one of my pals.
Steve