Not quite the plan

on finding my groove as a 30 something single girl and caregiver for mom with dementia

Love is purple.


Mom’s memory is almost non existent these days.

So we stopped to admire the flowers on walking into the grocery store the other night. I suggested that Mom pick out a bunch. She absolutely loves flowers. I try to pick them up on occasion but it has been a little while.

Mom was delighted by the prospect of a bunch of flowers and began to look around. There were mums in various fall colors, and I pointed out a deep red since she loves red. She admired thr red roses for a monent. But Mom focused in on a purple bunch.

Purple is my sister’s favorite color and it’s one fact that Mom always remembers. When she sees purple, she always talks about my sister. The connection is deep.

So at Mom’s first chance in many months to pick out some flowers, she bought purple. Love, for Mom, comes in purple.


Author: notquitetheplan

I am a mid-30s single girl, trying to climb the ladder, get a date... and make sure Mom takes her meds. It's not where I expected to be. But it's where I am and this blog is about embracing that.

6 thoughts on “Love is purple.

  1. You have a wonderful way of painting a picture. “Love, for Mom, comes in purple.” Beautiful.

  2. I love your phrase, “Love, for mom comes in purple.” Perfect.

  3. I love this…how beautiful.

  4. Have not seen anything from you in a while. How’s it going??

  5. Hi Not Quite the Plan – echo Shirley’s comments, is all ok…? Hope you have as good a Christmas as possible… xx

  6. That is incredibly strange because everything for my Mum has to be deep purple, she has a deep purple sweater which we find hard to get her to take off….

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