My mother had just retired from teaching elementary school. She was content volunteering her time to her church and delivering meals to shut-in seniors. Her diagnosis came as a surprise to all of us, despite there being signs of memory lapse. We had no idea that someone so young and vibrant could be afflicted. I was expecting a slow decline. I was bracing myself for the time when she was very old and wouldn't remember who I am. She was my best friend and I am already a complete stranger to her. Her condition deteriorated right before my eyes, it seemed. In five short years my mother went from being a cheerful, upbeat, loving, and genuinely kind woman who loved to laugh, to someone who no longer speaks intelligable language and lacks the ability to feed and dress herself. She hasn't laughed in a long time.
My mother's memories are gone forever. I believe memories are precious and worth fighting for. This is why I walk.
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