By Lisa Hirsch
MY BEST BUDHA NAMED RUTHIE
My mom came alive again today. Just several days after her return home from the hospital, mom is back. Except I know better now, and that is, that my mom will never really be back and yet she has moments of having her senese of humor , her wit and her wisdom all rolled into her petite silhoulettte.
Mom only wanted to know when I would be visiting her. Ruthie was aware that I lived in New York and she in Florida. We laughed, we sang and we celebrated just being alive.
"Hi mom how are you"? "I'm good and do you want to hear something crazy"? "Sure mom", I replied.
"There is this picture hanging on a wall that is the same exact picture that hangs in my home". "Well mom you are in your home". Mom answered with a uncertainty in her voice, "I am"?. "Mom do you know who you are talking to"? Mom said I don't know and then corrected herself rather quickly with saying "my best friend". I decided to play along with her. She then told me, like she has for the last several years that I was funnier than Milton Berle. "Okay mom who is Milton Berle"? Ruthie answered, "I don't know". There was a time not so long ago, when my mom would say the same expression to me. The differnce was, she then knew that Milton Berle was a famous comedian. Not anymore.
My mom's disease has opened up my heart and soul and has deepened my love and respect for her and others. Through what may look like a tragedy to some has opened for me a caring loving safe space. A place filled with compassion and understanding that somehow seems different than before.
My mothers courage and strength has so deeply inspired me. Her words of joy and love has enlightened my heart. My mom named Ruthie has become my budha. Not only has she blossomed ,she has opened my heart to reach out to others and for this we share our story.
FACT- Every 69 seconds someone in the United States is diagnosed with Alzheimer's.