It's so hard sometimes to be here watching my Mom slipping away down this path of Alzheimer's.
I look at her pictures and remember her years of volunteer service. She was so vibrant, so beautiful, so smart and the cruelty of depriving her of all she worked for seems like some invisible slap in the face that just doesn't stop. I can't do anything about it except keep her with me at home, keeping someone with her at all times, keeping her fed, the bills paid, and answering her questions over and over. I just get so sad about it sometimes... I'm sorry ... I sound like I'm complaining ... I'm just missing my mom.