Kathie Gagne died 4,639 days ago.
When I was a kid I often had the job of cooking breakfast on the weekends for mom and my little sister. Chocolate chip pancakes and / or chocolate chip blueberry muffins were the usual fare. Then we’d eat on tray tables in the living room and watch cartoons or Saturday morning football or Star Wars.
Shortly after my son was born, my sister — in a Herculean effort — managed to get mom on a plane and bring her to visit her new grandson. On Sunday morning I made pancakes for everyone and we had a very nice morning. Prudence, the smooth-coat Jack Russell Terrier we usually call “Peanut”, and Buddie (who died about a month after this photo was taken; we never told mom) refused to believe that mom wouldn’t feed them some pancakes.
A few months after my son was born, my little sister heroically managed to get herself and mom here to Los Angeles. She flew from Seattle to Florida, got my mom, and then flew with her here. I can never thank her enough for that. I can’t remember ever seeing my mom as giddy as she was when she got to hold her first grandchild for the first time.
My sister took this photo of us on a walk around our neighborhood.
Here’s mom beaming with joy as she looks at me (off-camera) holding her first grandchild. This is just about the happiest I ever remember seeing her in my life. She so desperately wanted to be a grandmother, to be the new Nana in the family.
She had already started to go downhill by that point; I remember the entire visit was very stressful because she kept asking questions that made no sense. But I was simply so consumed by my new son that I failed to realize the magnitude of her condition.
My mother’s friend from church asked my little sister to write a “cover letter” which she could bring with her when visiting doctors. My sister emailed me a copy. Here is what she wrote:
To Whom It May Concern:
My mother, Kathleen Gagne, has recently been displaying some short-term memory deficiencies and difficulties functioning in day-to-day activities. She repeats herself in the same conversation within minutes and from phone conversation to phone conversation. She has left me multiple voicemails that sound more like a message one might leave on an answering machine, calling out my name as if I could hear her and pick up the phone. She has also left me voicemails where she is crying desparately, either calling out to me or God, and then has no recollection of leaving these when I question her about them.
My mom has dealt with some form of depression as far back as I can remember. She spent most of her time working hard to provide for my brother and me, but she did not spend very much time on herself. Once my brother and I moved away, she often remarked on how she could not understand what she did to make both her children move away from her. She spoke frequently of loneliness and not having friends. My brother and I encouraged her to join a club or something of the sort to get out and meet others. She seemed reluctant, and she continued to ask us when we would all live closer together. I believe she was at her happiest when she returned to college to complete her degree. She seemed happy, too, or at least content, when she was working with the AmeriCorps Reads program. This was the last job she had, and I believe when the program lost its grant and she lost her job, she began to lose her self-confidence and began sinking into her depressive ways again. Without having a job to get out of bed for and the interactions with others it provided, I believe mom became more and more isolated. Her job ended in August of 2008, and some time after that she became overwhelmed and stopped opening her mail. I flew to FL in July of 2009 to help her move out of her house because she believed she was getting foreclosed on and had to get out fast. While I was there, there was a lot of confusion as to what was actually happening with her house and the foreclosure, and mom seemed to have a difficult time focusing on what needed to get done simply to pack up. She seemed lost. She also began having difficulty managing her finances. Because our bank accounts are linked, I was able to observe how her account became overdrawn more and more frequently.
Mom has suffered panic attacks in the past and frequently expresses fears in all kinds of things, always finding the negative outcomes for each situation. She seems to have made some improvements as she has given her life to Christ and is working on trusting God more, but her memory issues seem to be the same. Some phone calls she seems more lucid than others, and I have not been able to notice it relating to any particular time of day.
Her most common voicemails include comments that “nobody cares”, she “feels like she is in jail”, she “has no control”, and she feels “alone”. Mom also frequently asks me questions about my brother, David, showing a lot of concern as to what he thinks about her. She has said things indicative of her insecurties regarding him, such as asking if he will be disappointed in her when she visits him if she is stumbling in her speech. I spend a majoity of my time on the phone with her trying to reassure her of his love or encourage her in her own worth. Although, at times, I have become frustrated with her continuing self-deprecative statements. When I apologize, she tends to take the blame.
I know my mom is a strong, competent woman, but she is having some problems now that I hope can be addressed with the right kind of intervention. I don’t know if it is a chemical reaction to the constant stress and anxiety she has burdened herself with or a reaction to her blood pressure medicine or something like dementia or alzheimer’s, but I do know something is going on with her and would like to take care of her asap.
I appreciate any input into this situation and would like to offer any assistance I can.
Sincerely,
My mom’s friend from her church sent me a very nice email. It made me so happy to read it when I got it.
Thanks David for sending the wonderful pictures of [your son], you and [your wife]. Your mom really, really enjoys the pictures that you are emailing. I enjoy your pictures because I love babies – I have a big soft spot for babies and kids.
Your mom got an extra special kick out of your comments about the picture I emailed you of her. She had to have told me like 30 or more times “did you know David said I looked beautiful’. She is still getting mileage off of that high moment.
Well David, I am going to turn in. Love and care for your family every moment of every day. Keep the pictures coming. You will absolutely look back at this time and these times as the ‘good ole days’. Print duplicates of your pictures and make a photo album for [your son] to keep as well as one for yourself. Kids of all ages enjoy looking at themselves in pictures.
About a week after my son was born, I received this email from mom’s friend from her church:
From: Gregg, Lydia
To: Gagne, David
Subject: Re: [Your son] is adorable
Sent: August 28, 2010 7:36 PMI really enjoyed the pictures you sent, [Your son] is so sweet and precious. I hope you have been able to transition home OK. Developing a routine will come in time. Enjoy every moment, because every moment is precious, even when [your son] is upset and seemingly unconsolable. Then you will settle into a routine and [your son] will change it because he’s having a growth spurt.
As a mother of four, I can tell you treasure all your times together, they grow up so quick.
Send more pics when you get a chance.
Till later, I wish you quality rest when you get to sleep.
I replied to her the next day:
From: Gagne, David
To: Gregg, Lydia
Subject: Re: [Your son] is adorable
Sent: August 29, 2010 6:18 PMHey Lydia!
Thanks so much for your sweet words of encouragement, and for sharing the photos I’ve been sending with my mom!
In exactly five hours my son will be exactly one week old … I am completely in awe of him. He is infinitely more amazing than I could have ever imagined.
She replied a few hours later:
From: Gregg, Lydia
To: Gagne, David
Subject: Re: [Your son] is adorable
Sent: August 29, 2010 9:28 PMDavid,
Thanks for sending more incredible pictures, your mom is going to be thrilled.
I am attaching a picture of one proud grandmom showing off the best grandson ever
[Your son] is incredibly sweet. God bless all of you.
Lydia Gregg