Unforgettable Moments

Unforgettable Moments

I’ve known for a number of years my mom had memory problems, but chalked it up to her ripe old age of 91 this year. She’s lived with us now for thirteen months and I’ve seen a gradual decent in her mind functions.
Years ago when I worked with Alzheimer patients, it took a long time to really Get It. When I did Get It, I had this sick punch in the middle of my stomach, wondering if my mom would ever come down with Alzheimer’s disease. With time and age, my fears were fulfilled.

Before I began to consider writing for publication, I jotted down whatever crossed my mind and filed them away. While online one day, I stumbled across Amazing Instant Novelist. I was on AOL at the time. They had a 250 word contest on Forgetting. I checked the clock and saw that I had a little more than an hour left before the midnight deadline. So, I jumped in and pulled some words together. Barely edited, I popped it over to the contest.
I don’t remember how long it was before I heard back – but imagine my utter surprise when an email from Amazing Instant Novelist showed up in my mailbox one afternoon. I opened the email and found the words to Nat King Cole’s song, “Unforgettable” This is the info that followed:

“It is my pleasure to announce that you have won First Place in the Instant Stories Contest theme of Forgetting for your story Graying Embers.”

Short Story Contest- GRAYING EMBERS
First Place Winner in Amazing Instant
Novelist – Forgetting Category – 1998

Quote: “Originality is the fine art of
remembering what you hear but forgetting where
you heard it.”
Laurence J. Peter, Canadian-U.S.
educator, author

INSTANT STORIES CONTEST COMMENTS
by NOVL Est

Quote: “Carol DeVaney completely
stuns us with a compelling story of a
loss. The pain radiates from each
word. We find ourselves absorbed with
the realization of losing a loved one.”

As I said early on, the piece could stand some drastic editing, but I’m sharing it today as it was submitted.

Graying Embers
Dim eyes stare through fields of sun drawn wheat, as I stand before my mother, a stranger on common ground.
In the darkest corners of her mind, demons danced one final dance, forcing kisses of death and turning her dusk to midnight.
Folding the new red robe, I reach to smooth the sheets, sit in her rocker, and press the afghan close to my chest, engulfed in her scent.
“Sadie died today,” Mom said. “She’s lucky, you know.”
I felt her fear and wished I could bridge the gap. She didn’t try to mask the loneliness, it simply is. I caressed her thin skinned hands then leaned forward and planted a kiss in her snowy hair. Trembling fingers close over mine as she slips me the letter.
“I wonder if I have children? Maybe so, I don’t know. A pretty woman visits, saying she’s my daughter.”
Hurt candles, spilling hot tears down my cheeks moistening the letter. I have no answers, only visions of days behind me as I read on, and wonder if I could’ve done more.
“She appears sad. It seems important, so I hug her and tell her I remember. The forgetfulness, the fear, the uncertainty of reality, scares me. Distorted images of children skipping through a thick fog haunt me, adding to my struggle.”
Though long past the age of consent, I don’t understand my mother’s sickness, nor how to deal with it. However, God has been merciful and she is safe in a bed of burning charcoal.
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If you’ve never been introduced to the dreaded Alzheimer’s disease, I pray you never will. There are many in this world that care for a parent with Alzheimer’s disease. It’s never easy for the caretaker, but it’s even more unfair to the person making their journey into darkness. That darkness touches my soul.

A Smoky Mountain Wedding – Book Two, coming soon, 2013
My books are available at Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Kobo, Sony, Diesel, Apple and Smashwords.
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About Carol

Carol falls in love with every character she writes in her books. She loves basing them on the good and the bad personalities that make up life. That's what makes them real. Carol feels as though she’s in a movie when visualizing characters and she jumps right onto the page with them. Often the theme of her books is forgiveness. Whether planned or not, forgiveness sneaks its way into her stories. That's okay, because Carol believes forgiving others is essential. She favors a great story, with slices of twists that cause her to reflect on the problems life throws at us and how we react. Carol believes in happy endings. Humor is a big part of her stories and daily routine, and yes, she laughs a lot! Travel is one of her favorite things to do. She dabbles in art, always has popcorn and hot chocolate on hand. Carol is a small-town girl at heart and her stories are peppered with a dose of humor, based on Southern roots. She currently resides in Georgia with her husband and family.
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15 Responses to Unforgettable Moments

  1. Terri Main says:

    My father had it. My mom and I took care of him until the end. It was hard, but rewarding. Considering that his Dad had it and his grandfather as well, I have few illusions of what awaits me. One thing I remember, though, Dad had worried about things all his life, but as the disease took hold he at last stopped worrying. Sometimes I envied that. Of course, when I reach that place there will be no children or spouse to help me. I just sort of hope I go home before then.

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    • susanrhughes says:

      Terri, your comment touched me. All the best to you.

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    • Carol says:

      Terri, I’m so sorry to hear your father had Alzheimers. My mom has always been a worrier also. Forgetting bad things in itself is a good thing, but we know how the disease takes over until there’s nothing left. As my son commented, “Alzheimers is a cruel disease.” May God bless you. You’ve also touched my heart.

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  2. leighmorgan1 says:

    Carol, so much pain in your words. I’m so sorry.

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  3. Jill James says:

    Carol, you have me teary-eyed today. We watched my husband’s grandfather go through this. Is it a blessing or a curse that both my parents are gone in their 60’s?

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    • Carol says:

      Jill, when you’ve been there, you fully understand. I’m sorry you experienced it with your husband’s grandfather. There are so many up and down emotions tied to this terrible disease. You know, I’m really sorry you lost your parents, but sometimes it can a blessing not to possibly see them go through something like this. I only wish I could crawl inside Mom’s head and remove the cobwebs, but this is her journey and I’m simply along for the ride.

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  4. Joan Reeves says:

    Carol, my dad had it. I know what you’re going through. May God grant you patience and peace.

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  5. stephaniequeen says:

    Carol, your story is so utterly sad, and yet so beautiful because I can feel the love too. Your mother is lucky to have you and you are both lucky she’s lived to 91. Bless you both.

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  6. Carol says:

    Thank you, Stephanie. Yes, we’re both blessed. I’m pleased the story touched you, because Alzheimers touches so many lives. So sad.

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  7. monarisk says:

    Carol, I could feel your pain. I cared for my mother for years. My uncle had it and one of our best friends has it too. We saw him last June at his daughter’s wedding. It was heartbreaking to see him walking her down the aisle and staring fearfully at the guests.

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  8. Carol says:

    Mona, I’m so sorry. You were a wonderful daughter. That is sad about your friend. How utterly sad for him and his daughter.

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