Life Must Go On

17 Dec

On June 21, 2018, my life…my world shifted. My mother passed away quietly in her sleep late in the evening of July 20th and was declared dead in the wee hours of July 21st. I will never forget the sound of her last breath. I will never forget the sight of her dead body being carried out of the house. After seven years of caring for her and watching Lewy Body Dementia ravage her body and her mind, my heart was stunned by the reality that she had died right before my eyes.

I’m still grieving the loss of her presence in my daily life. Being my mother’s caregiver is how I have defined myself for the last 7 years. Now I’m not just a motherless child, I am a parentless child…an orphan of sorts and I don’t like this role.

When my father died very suddenly in 1995, I was also stunned…as was the rest of the world. Mom was still with us. She marshaled us through some dark days. She carried us through learning how to live without Dad.

It appears that it is now the job of each member of my family to figure out how to live without our matriarch and patriarch. We will come through this stronger, wiser, and equipped to help others. God is with us and on our side. I have a lot to figure out. I must move forward. Life will go on. Life MUST go on. LET’S GO!

Being a Caregiver

20 Apr

It’s 3 am. Mom and I are awake. She’s got a lot on her mind and is engaging me and the other folks that she sees in the room in conversation intermittently tonight. As I sit here I realize that the journey of a caregiver is unique for each person. History and relationship with the person for whom you are providing care are factors. The caregivers own physical, emotional, and spiritual health are factors. Support of family and friends are factors. Financial health which includes income, health insurance, life insurance, longterm care insurance, savings, etc. to provide care, hire additional help, purchase equipment and other items are factors. Quality of the medical team and other caregivers and aids are factors. Additional priorities of the caregiver (work, family, school, etc.) are factors. Temperament of the caregiver and the one being cared for are factors. Physical fitness of the caregiver is a factor. Access to additional support and safe places for the caregiver and the one being cared for where they can be supported, heard, seen, speak their truths, process emotions, be rejuvenated and more are factors. Spiritual strength to move through the process, remain a healthy vessel to demonstrate love to the one being cared for and to one’s self as the caregiver are factors. Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control, known as the fruit of the spirit, are factors. All of these things and more shape the journey. At the start though, it’s all about facing a situation and figuring out how you are going to get through it. Praying for all of us walking the path with it’s twists, turns, highs, lows, joys, pains, rewards, costs, good days and bad days, and more. Even now as I am closing this message my mother is smiling at me. She’s alive and I’m grateful and that’s all that matters in this moment. #latenightthoughts #preciousmomentswithmom #lordgivemestrengthtomorrow #sleeppatternsareinflux #ilovemymommy #alzheimers #lewybodydementia #caregiver #lifeofacaregiver

Never Give Up. God Is With You.

15 Jan

It’s been a rough 72 hours. For me writing is therapeutic and allows me to step back and examine circumstances in a way that often leads me to answers and makes me get out of the way and let God be God. The most exhausting days are the ones where I must combat an issue that I don’t understand and seems to have no answer. The process looks something like this when I am dealing with an issue re. my mother’s health and wellbeing. For me prayer is not a last step, but a first and a continuous one. Talking with nurses and doctors who have no answers is frustrating. Searching the internet and finding 309,497,832,754 different solutions that make no sense or are inapplicable to someone in Mom’s condition is frustrating. Getting no sleep overnight night after night is exhausting. It is at these times that I think of the millions of caregivers who are going through similar experiences who feel alone, abandoned, isolated, and hopeless and then I feel God’s presence most. I become thankful for my circle. My understanding deepens of Dad repeatedly saying, “I am alive and grateful” and Mom repeatedly saying, “We’ll see what the Lord will do”.  I am filled with gratitude in the midst of the situation and reminded that God is bigger than anything I experience. That alone is enough to keep me going. I pray that God fills my fellow caregivers with wisdom, strength, support, the right people, the right information, and boldness to address whatever the day brings. I say this pray for all of us. God is with us and we must never give up. I usually follow this up with journaling in some form and then evaluating what I have written and searching for an insight that gives me what I need to move forward. Some circumstances require that I go through this cycle repeatedly and that’s OK. The thing that often plays over and over in my head throughout this process, Never Give Up. God is with me. As a caregiver, this is fundamental to my ability to keep going when I’m exhausted, overwhelmed, scared, confused, or whatever…and there are a lot of “whatever” moments!

NEVER GIVE UP. GOD IS WITH YOU! I pray that this also helps someone get through whatever life is throwing at them.

Sidenote: As I write this, my mother has had a much needed break from coughing and is sleeping. YAY!!!

Mother’s Day Tribute #8

14 May


I celebrate my mother and honor her for all she has instilled in me. Mothers and daughters often go through rough years and we certainly did. Here we are at this stage of life where I get to care for her, love her, protect her, and guide her to her next phase of her journey. I am the daughter of Reverend Dr, Dalineta Hines. I am blessed to have been loved, nurtured and shaped by this incredible woman. Alzheimer’s has impacted her body, her mind, her life and our roles in each other’s lives. It has also given me the opportunity to love and experience my mother in new ways. I’m grateful that she gave me life. I am also honored that she made that life an incredible life. I will always love and treasure my mother!

her children call her blessed

Mother’s Day Tribute #7

13 May

My mother taught me to know, love, pursue and serve God. There is not a single aspect of my mother’s life and living that was not based on her spiritual foundation. Hospital administrator, wife, mother, friend, leader, team member, ministry partner, church member, teacher, advisor, mentor, student, and every other way Mom has shown up in the world has been built on her strong spiritual foundation. Mom and Dad started every day with reading Oswald Chambers’ “My Utmost for His Highest” and praying together…every single day. They ended every day with prayer. She never faces an issue alone, God is always with her. When singing around the house, she would sing hymns and spiritual songs. When celebrating accomplishments, God is glorified. When facing trials and tribulations, God is  called upon to strengthen and make a way. God and holiness are simply the air she breathes. Now that Alzheimer’s is ravaging her brain, God is still at the forefront. Her caregiver reads the bible with her and sings hymns with her. Late at night when Mom and I have our alone time, we sing hymns and spiritual songs, and I read My Utmost for His Highest to her. These are the things that bring her peace and joy. From the day I was born until this day, my mother has lived a life that makes God look good. I want to know God because of the way my mother lived and lives her life publicly and privately. I want to know the God that has come through for her time and time again. I want to know the God that is still with Mom know as she is on this journey through Alzheimer’s. I want to serve the God that fascinated me as mom read bible stories to me as a child. This Living God that permeated and still permeates every aspect of Mom’s life is the one I now pursue, love, serve, and take time to get to know deeper and more intimately. I am blessed to be my mother’s child and a child of God. I thank God for my mother and the life she has lived!



Mother’s Day Tribute 2017 #6

12 May

I celebrate my heritage because of my mother. My mother is proud of her Jamaican heritage. My parents’ deep love and loyalty to the land of their birth was palpable. They grew up in a Jamaica that was still a colony of Great Britain. Becoming American citizens took nothing from their love of Jamaica.  To this day, Mom does not take kindly to any one speaking ill of the British Royal Family or Jamaica…especially if the person speaking is not Jamaican. Just hearing or seeing the word “Jamaica” makes her smile with great pride. She celebrated her heritage through her cooking, her clothing, her belief in hard work, her belief in strict discipline, her high standards of excellence, her British shaped grammatical rules, her beautiful accent, her dedication to help others, her love of the ocean, her traditional religious values and so much more. Jamaica was home…is home. We had an annual cookout at the house to celebrate Jamaican Independence Day. I cannot find the words to tell you how good the food was at this cookout. I would look up and see my friends from the neighborhood with a plate full of food. It was quite the event and EVERYONE was welcomed!  Fellow Jamaicans would come from near and far to join in the weekend long celebration..some even came in their RVs!  The weekend included LOTS of patois, sightseeing, rehearsals, cooking and eating, a cookout, so much laughter that my stomach would hurt, some serious dominoes matches and card games, stories of Jamaica and updates on friends and family still there, and a worship service on Sunday with many of the guests participating in the choir and other aspects of worship. It was held and the beginning of August and kicked off the family’s month long vacation for the month of August.  I didn’t matter how tight money was, this cookout happened year after year. It was a celebration of family, friends, history, culture, God, and Jamaica (the pearl of the West Indies)! I knew the words to the Jamaican National Anthem and Pledge as well as I knew the American National Anthem and Pledge. Want to win my heart? Bring me a platter from Pimento Grill, a milkshake made with Sangster’s Rum Cream and have some Bob Marley playing!

I was born in the US and I am proud of that but let’s be clear, there is nothing but Jamaican blood (with all the cultures and nations that come with it) running in my veins and I am equally proud of that.  I celebrate my mother for passing on her pride in her heritage.

The Jamaican National Anthem

Eternal Father bless our land,
Guard us with Thy Mighty Hand,
Keep us free from evil powers,
Be our light through countless hours.
To our Leaders, Great Defender,
Grant true wisdom from above.
Justice, Truth be ours forever,
Jamaica, Land we love.
Jamaica, Jamaica, Jamaica land we love.

Teach us true respect for all,
Stir response to duty’s call, strengthen us the weak to cherish,
Give us vision lest we perish.
Knowledge send us Heavenly Father,
Grant true wisdom from above.
Justice, Truth be ours forever,
Jamaica, land we love.
Jamaica, Jamaica, Jamaica land we love.

The Jamaican National Pledge

Before God and all mankind, I pledge the love and loyalty of my heart, the wisdom and courage of my mind, the strength and vigor of my body in the service of my fellow citizens; I promise to stand up for Justice, Brotherhood and Peace, to work diligently and creatively, to think generously and honestly, so that Jamaica may, under God, increase in beauty, fellowship and prosperity, and play her part in advancing the welfare of the whole human race.


Mother’s Day Tribute #5

11 May

My mother taught me to appreciate art, culture, traveling and etiquette. My mother made time for trips to museums, concerts, art exhibits, the theater, etc. She made sure that all of her children took piano lessons and whatever other instruments grabbed our attention. We were all in choirs at school and church. My brothers were boy scouts. My sister and I had bad allergies and that got us out of girl scouts pretty quickly. Dining out was always an adventure. Knowing how to pronounce everything on the menu was important. Knowing when to use each utensil, glass, plate, bowl, etc. was also important. Sitting properly, walking properly (I can still feel her knuckle running down my spine when I realize that I am slouching), speaking properly, dressing appropriately, being informed about world affairs, local politics, sports, and issues negatively impacting our community, knowing at least one language other than English (the Queen’s english vs American english is a topic for another day) all of these things were part of growing up in the Hines household. Mom made reading an adventure. Trips to the library were like trips to a fantasy land. I remember escaping into the world of whatever book I was reading. Reading with my mother was the BEST. She made every word pop off of the page. I could see the words not just hear them. We didn’t just use our imaginations to travel, we got in our car, a plane, a train, whatever it took to get around. My parents travelled extensively and made sure that we knew that the world was much bigger than our neighborhood. There was always something to see, learn, and experience. She consistently found ways to expand our knowledge and experience of the world and its people. I am very grateful for that.

The Hines and Evans Couples

Mom and Dad with Uncle Louis and Aunt Cokie Evans.

Mother’s Day Tribute #4

10 May

My mother taught me to celebrate the freedom and power of submission and surrender. Whew! Now let’s all breathe. Submission has become a word associated with weakness and antithetical to empowerment.  My mother is many things but weak and lacking power are not words that anyone who has encountered her would use to describe her. So much so that when her nurse came to check on her she commented that mom is the strongest woman she’d ever seen. NOTE: Mom was asleep and was still exuding strength.

My mother and I have had many discussions about submission and surrender. When you boil it all down to low gravy here’s what she taught me. Submission and surrender to God and her husband freed her to soar to great heights as a woman, as a Christian, as a mother, as a wife, as a leader in the workplace, as a professional, as my father’s partner in ministry. She made it clear that one cannot run around submitting and surrendering to everybody all over the place. There are levels to this thing! LOL She was submitted to God 1st and then she submitted to her husband who was also submitted to God. I believe the phrase was, “Submission to your husband is simplified if you and your husband are submitted to God and you are pursing God together.” The caution was always stay or run away from anything and anyone to whom submission and surrender equals pulling you away from God. Submission and surrender should increase intimacy with God. Now when you put it like that, it’s something that’s worthy of pursuit. Go ‘head Mom! Bring submission and surrender back! Is my mother a feminist? NOPE! My mother submitted to God and her husband and that set her free and gave her the power to soar!

Mom and Dad at Church Anniversary Celebration

2017 Mother’s Day Tribute #3

9 May

My mother taught me that intelligence and resourcefulness are aspects of beauty. Now don’t get it twisted. Mom was a Saks 5th Avenue, Neiman-Marcus, Lord & Taylor shopping queen. She liked to dress well and look good. She also made it clear that all of that was meaningless if when you opened your mouth there was nothing. Beyond that she made it clear that intelligence was not something you hoard. Intelligence should be used to serve others and increase your ability to be a resource in any and all environments.  In talking about their days of courting, my parents consistently mentioned how large a role intelligence played in their attraction to each other.  The look in their eyes when they talked about it made it clear that intelligence still played a big role in their marriage. They knew that they could rely on each other’s intelligence and resourcefulness.

I grew up in that era where asking questions or not being able to answer a question often meant that one was about to spend some time with their head in the Encyclopedia Britannica (the actual books…no internet access back then). I remember doing research and preparing reports (written and/or oral/) on what I had learned. Once the report was shared with mom, she would often give me a big hug, a kiss, and then say, “That was beautiful, Miss Del!” Want to impress Mom? Be brilliant and look good doing it! Want to dazzle her? Apply what you had learned to help someone or to improve a system or process!

Mom - smiling mouth closed

2017 Mother’s Day Tribute #2

8 May

I believe in love because of my mother. She taught me about love by how she loved (and still loves) all of her children and grandchildren, including the ones that weren’t her’s biologically. She taught me about love by the way she loved my father…her crush, boyfriend, husband, lover, best friend, soul mate, and confidante. She taught me about love through the way she loved her friends. She taught me about love through the way she loves people when it wasn’t easy or convenient to love them (including me!). She taught me to be passionate about love through the way she lives and loves. She taught me about love by how she loved and still loves God.  Thank you, Mom, for instilling in me the belief that love is a powerful choice that I should make all day…every day.

Safety in the arms of Mom

Safety in the arms of Mom