Cashews
Alzheimer's disease is a dreadful disease. Watching a loved one transform into a person who is just a shell of him or her self is very sad. When I remember my mom, I try to remember all of the funny and happy times and discard the tough, hard times.
This pattern is called Cashews because my mom loved cashews. When she was living in the memory care facility at The Meadows, she was often one who would just browse the belongings of another person's room. She was sweet and innocent, but there were times when she would see something she wanted and yep - she would just take it. There was a fellow who lived there who wasn't as far into the disease as Mom and apparently he liked cashews, too. His family provided him with one of those mega jars that is available at Costco. Yes - huge, jumbo sized. Well one day I was out with Mom and she seemed to be not feeling great. She just was out of sorts. I noticed something was in her purse. I opened the purse and it was filled to the brim with cashews!! Apparently she found the jar in this man's room and just opened her purse and loaded up. In this picture she is wearing the purse that had all of the cashews. Also in this picture is her look she would give me from time to time as if to say, "Well - are you coming or not?!" She was spunky and a fun lady.
GALLERY OF ITEMS MADE IN THIS PATTERN
