Waldtraut and Shanon
My mother Waldtraut lives now in a nursing home because she has advanced dementia and she can no longer walk or stand. Her nursing assistant Shanon visits her five days a week for two hours. Shannon comes from a hospice organization. Her gentle thoughtfulness is a candle in the dark for me at this point of my mother’s decline. Waldtraut does not know where she is and why, and that she cannot walk. She is unable to read or understand television. She asks me almost every day, “What is wrong with me? Am I crazy? What will happen tomorrow? Can we leave now?”
