Mom was my best friend. She helped me raise my son, made dance costumes, went to writer's conferences, and always held me up when I thought I was sinking. We spent a lot of time hugging, talking, and traveling together.
It's so hard watching her go downhill. She's lost much of her body function and most of her ability to communicate or talk. Occasionally, she recognizes me, but not often. Last time she did, her face lit up and she said, "SWEETIE!"
She still loves hugs, and she loves to care for her "baby" whom she named "Penny."
Thank you for helping advance Alzheimer's support, care and research.
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