âAttention must be paid,â an imperative demanded by a fictitious character in Arthur Millerâs play Death of a Salesman, echoes author Brian Mortonâs memoir, Tasha. Therein, Morton acknowledges his lack of enthusiasm to become the caregiver for his 85-year-old mother until an incident welds them together.   Â
Having experienced too many years of his motherâs âmy-way- or-the -highway' parenting style, Brian Morton, devoted husband and father, was also an obliging son to his mother Tasha. Brought up to be a good boy, Morton always responded âYesâ to his motherâs demands. As an adult, he wished to be distanced from her.   Â
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A beloved, creative teacher implementing innovative ideas in her classroom, Tasha was an outspoken voice in her Teaneck Community. After her husbandâs death Tasha remained in her large comfortable home repeatedly âmeaning to fix it or sell it.â Bright, decisive, she happily drove her friends to social events but didnât tolerate yentas or ânudniksâ. Tasha had âeverything under controlâ especially her independence. Â
Morton was content never to butt-in Tashaâs busy life until the day she jumped off a moving train taking too long to say good-bye to visiting friends. After a hospital examination, Tasha was diagnosed with a stroke. Hoping her friends would âband together to helpâ Morton soon discovered Tashaâs friends were âmysteriously vanishing.â Once confident, opinionated and stubborn Tasha would quickly transform into an acerbic bellicose tyrant. Where would Tasha fit in?  Â
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A guaranteed-to-make-you-cry-account of a sonâs frustrating six- year struggle to make Tashaâs life meaningful,  Morton experiences the dilemma to find adequate help amid underpaid, undertrained and at times cruel caregivers or ill-equipped nursing homes. In a culture when the elderly are toldâ âyouâre on your ownâ Mortonâs first challenge was taking Tashaâs driverâs license away âa death knoll to her social life.â Tasha belligerently rebuffed Mortonâs offer to pay for any of her Uber rides.Â
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She also refused to clear her home of unsafe debris accumulating over thirty-five years; Morton could not remove one âswizzle stickâ. After exhaustive interviews for the best caregiver, Morton discovered two had orally abused her. Amid unrelenting protestations, Morton took Tasha to live with his family. It didnât last.  Nor did her stay at the âFive Star Residenceâ nursing home where Tashaâs dementia progressed to the point she needed care with personal hygiene. She ran away. Picked up by the police she insisted her son had kidnapped her.  Â
Over time, Morton began to relate to Tasha not only as a caricature, or an annoying parent but as an complex woman who needed his attention. When Morton found Tashaâs diary after her death Tashaâs overarching motto âtake me seriously,â became the cynosure of his memoir. A cautionary tale, Tasha brims with tenderness, humor, respect and loveâĤ somewhat too late for Tasha Morton.Â