If Only Time Had Stood Still

October 21, 2015 at 10:41 am 40 comments

For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 23 October 2015

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Photo Credit: Ron Pruitt

“Nathan, I’m glad you came to visit.”

“How are you doing, Mom?” he asked, giving her a hug and a kiss.

There were times when Nathan longed for the past. As a kid, he basked in being the center of her attention, experienced the comfort of her arms, and felt the bounty of her unconditional love.

If only time had stood still.

Alzheimer had robbed him of the mother he knew and loved. Seeing her had often been a bumpy ride. He had become a total stranger. But today was different. For the moment, all was well with the world.

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40 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)  |  October 21, 2015 at 11:16 am

    I know all too well of the ups and downs.. those days when all is well, and then thrown into utter confusion.

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    • 2. plaridel  |  October 21, 2015 at 3:15 pm

      björn:

      no doubt about it, it’s tough for all parties involved.

      Reply
  • 3. Tracey@WhatsforDinnerDoc.com  |  October 21, 2015 at 9:58 pm

    If only ….
    Good piece and this is exactly how it feels.
    Tracey

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    • 4. plaridel  |  October 22, 2015 at 10:16 am

      tracey:

      hopefully, science will find a cure.

      Reply
  • 5. FabricatingFiction  |  October 21, 2015 at 11:06 pm

    This is great and the title adds to the depth.

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    • 6. plaridel  |  October 22, 2015 at 10:16 am

      louise:

      i’m glad you liked it.

      Reply
  • 7. draliman  |  October 22, 2015 at 12:07 am

    Nice story. At least she recognises him today. It must be hard seeing someone you love with this disease.

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    • 8. plaridel  |  October 22, 2015 at 10:16 am

      draliman:

      it must really be hard not knowing what to rxpect.

      Reply
  • 9. Sandra  |  October 22, 2015 at 12:56 am

    Those moments of ‘presence’ are such a double-sided coin. Really well done, Plaridel.

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    • 10. plaridel  |  October 22, 2015 at 10:16 am

      sandra:

      you are very perceptive.

      Reply
  • 11. rochellewisoff  |  October 22, 2015 at 3:04 am

    Dear Plaridel,

    You have to hang onto every moment of recognition. Alas they become fewer and far between as the disease progresses. I say this as we watch my mother in law fade away.)

    One little crit. Since How are you doing, Mom is a question, I suggest a question mark and ‘he asked’ rather than ‘he said.’ Aside from that very well written. You said so much in a hundred words and your title adds to our understanding.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    • 12. plaridel  |  October 22, 2015 at 10:15 am

      rochelle:

      i’m sorry to hear that you’ve exoeruebced this first hand. it must be tough.

      i deeply appreciate your corrections. i’m looking forward to more. 🙂

      Reply
  • 13. gahlearner  |  October 22, 2015 at 3:17 am

    Very moving, and so true. The older we and our loved ones get, the more we need to value ‘the moment’. Great story.

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    • 14. plaridel  |  October 22, 2015 at 10:15 am

      gahlearner:

      thank you for reading. i’m glad you liked it.

      Reply
  • 15. siobhanmcnamara  |  October 22, 2015 at 4:52 am

    You captured the helplessness of those who have to watch this terrible disease, and also how it teaches you to value the precious good days

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    • 16. plaridel  |  October 22, 2015 at 10:14 am

      siobhan:

      i just hope they find a cure for this disease.

      Reply
  • 17. Dale  |  October 22, 2015 at 7:57 am

    Bittersweet..

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    • 18. plaridel  |  October 22, 2015 at 10:14 am

      dale:

      thank you for the comment. i deeply appreciate it.

      Reply
  • 19. aliciajamtaas  |  October 22, 2015 at 11:10 am

    You caught the feeling of losing a loved one through alzheimers so very well. Kudos.

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    • 20. plaridel  |  October 23, 2015 at 12:54 pm

      alicia:

      i’m glad you liked it. thank you.

      Reply
  • 21. Dreamer of Dreams  |  October 22, 2015 at 12:44 pm

    Such a moving story! And she remembered his name!

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    • 22. plaridel  |  October 23, 2015 at 12:54 pm

      vijaya:

      i’m sure it was something special. he’d cherish that moment.

      Reply
      • 23. Dreamer of Dreams  |  October 23, 2015 at 4:34 pm

        And I really liked how you equated seeing her with it being a “bumpy ride.” The metaphor of the bus came through beautifully.
        Yes, it would be something very special.

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        • 24. plaridel  |  October 24, 2015 at 10:49 am

          vijaya:

          thank you for the support. i find your comment very encouraging.

          Reply
  • 25. rgayer55  |  October 23, 2015 at 10:34 am

    My dad had dementia. For the last two years he did not know the names of his 4 sons or daughter in-laws. It’s a strange disease. There are moments of recognition, but they are fleeting and become farther apart as time moves on.

    You captured that well.

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    • 26. plaridel  |  October 23, 2015 at 12:53 pm

      russell:

      it’s a strange disease indeed. i have an acquaintance whose husband got it early. she cried when he told her one day she was no nice he’d marry her if only he was single.

      Reply
  • 27. bykimberlylynne  |  October 23, 2015 at 1:55 pm

    As others have said, you captured the joy and pain of recognition well. Nice piece.

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    • 28. plaridel  |  October 24, 2015 at 10:50 am

      kimberly:

      thank you kindly.

      Reply
  • 29. ansumani  |  October 23, 2015 at 2:41 pm

    If only time stood still …but then we are the ones who want it to move forward always anticipating the next thing. Sad piece….well written.

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    • 30. plaridel  |  October 24, 2015 at 10:50 am

      ansumani:

      i guess it goes with age. the younger you are the more you want the time to move forward and the older you get the more you want it to slow down.

      Reply
  • 31. lifeconfusions  |  October 24, 2015 at 4:40 am

    Awwh this was so bittersweet, what a touching story Plaridel. Rollercoster of emotions in such a short story…

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    • 32. plaridel  |  October 24, 2015 at 10:47 am

      zee:

      i was touched that you were touched. it made the time i spent writing it worthwhile. thank you.

      Reply
  • 33. Sarah "SacaKat" Fairbairn  |  October 24, 2015 at 1:27 pm

    Touching story. it is truly heart wrenching to watch the ones you love slip away while in your arms. To have them remember you one day and not the next.

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    • 34. plaridel  |  October 24, 2015 at 2:37 pm

      sarah:

      it must be heart wrenching indeed. thank you for reading.

      Reply
  • 35. Amy Reese  |  October 24, 2015 at 1:48 pm

    I think Alzheimers would be a moment-to-moment condition. I like the weaved this into the story of a journey. You got to cherish those special moments.

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    • 36. plaridel  |  October 24, 2015 at 2:36 pm

      amy:

      it’s a journey where you don’t know what to expect so you have live from one moment to moment.

      Reply
  • 37. rogershipp  |  October 24, 2015 at 2:32 pm

    “For the moment, all was well with the world.” Treasure the clarity of the moment! Well done!

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    • 38. plaridel  |  October 24, 2015 at 2:39 pm

      roger:

      thank you for the nice comment. i deeply appreciate it.

      Reply
  • 39. Suzanne Joshi  |  October 27, 2015 at 6:49 am

    I understand this totally, Plaridel, as my mother had Alzheimer’s. There are good days and bad days. You wonder what they recognize about you when they’re happy to see you. My mother used to wonder why my dad didn’t come to visit her at the nursing home.. She’d forgotten he died about fourteen years before. — Suzanne

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    • 40. plaridel  |  October 28, 2015 at 4:30 pm

      suzanne:

      i haven’t experienced it first hand. it must be traumatic indeed.

      Reply

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