There comes a time when, if we are smart, we willingly accept a reality in our lives; the reality of growing older. It's not a threatening truth - unless we allow it to be - because it acknowledges where we've been, where we're going and all the memories of a life well lived in between. Yes, as we grow older there are sorrows which accompany the joys, good times to remember and not so good. But being able to grow old with these memories is a gift - and I cherish that gift

- Leslie Wickland Frazee, excerpt from "Life Lines," a book written for her children.

Dear Friends and Family,

I am my mother’s daughter and to those of you who have a loved one battling Alzheimer’s disease, my story will be all too familiar to you.

My Mom has Alzheimer’s. She is in the late stages now. Over the past few years, we have helplessly watched her disappear into a world we are no longer a part of. For any of you who have experienced Alzheimer’s or related dementia, you know what I am talking about. She is gone, not physically, but mentally. I am My Mother’s Daughter and to those of you who have a loved one battling this disease, my story will be all too familiar to you.

She is an amazing woman, who without memories of her own has given us the random gift of our memories of her. I wish I could have a conversation with her now to tell her how much I love and miss her. I wish she could see all of her grand kids growing up. I wish she could relish in all the accomplishments so many have achieved due to her help, guidance and love. Lastly, I simply wish I could have her back.

Mom lived life to the fullest and those who knew her were richer for it. Her creativity and love for nature were unsurpassed. She found solace walking the shores of her favorite beaches collecting rocks, sea glass, shells and driftwood….and then turning them into beautiful creations.

She has given so much of herself to others over the years. The important “things” we all need to survive in this crazy world: her time and energy, humor and laughter, a huge heart, compassion and empathy, a sense of security, constructive criticism when we needed it and most importantly, unconditional and unwavering love. With all she has given us, I like to think that she still knows that she is deeply loved by everyone she has touched.

This Mother’s Day, I ask you to honor the memory of my mom Leslie and your mother by supporting the Alzheimer’s Association.

Thank You So Much,

Jennifer Frazee Rodi