When Dad was first diagnosed, Mom predicted "this will be the worst Christmas EVER". Now that it's 12/27, I can look back and observe that although it was really really different, it wasn't awful. Despite her best efforts.
My Mom has always been a pessimist. Her glass is always half empty and every cloud has a s***-brown lining. This year she decided that there would be no tree, she bought very few gifts for the family and seemed determined to make true on her prediction. It seemed like every family tradition we've ever had around Christmas was tossed out the window this year. We spent most of the holiday watching TV or napping. I read two cheesy mystery novels, ate Christmas cookies, and slept - a lot.
Dementia makes the holidays interesting. Every day since Christmas, Mom has remembered another gift for me and we've had a search for the "hidden" gift. I keep joking that we've combined Christmas and Easter.
I'm headed back to my home to spend New Year's with my friends and pick up what I'll need to begin my semester "off". I think my first big challenge of this break will be figuring out how to help my parents without stepping on their toes, but that's a topic for another post.
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