After my mother died, I assumed her mother died too; but did she die like my mother did, slowly forgetting words, places, people, how to walk, how to form coherent sentences, how to swallow? I hoped for both their sakes they were spared that nightmare.
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Cedar Waxwing's 365 
Truly, I don’t know how people get through or recover from this type of experience…
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I don’t either.
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Right there with you all.
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As you may have noticed, I have not yet recovered. Not only are the memories still strong, there is the fear that I will get it too.
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I saw this too with my mother, and share that fear.
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I have that same fear, Dona. I figure blogging helps! Hugs.
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When did your Mom die, Dona? (Sorry, I have a feeling I asked and/or read about this before…) Sometimes I wish we all lived closer to each other and could talk in person.
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A while back. August 2016. I never really grieved (I tell myself that I grieved when she was diagnosed or when she forgot my name) so it is taking a while to come to terms with it. Writing about it helps though.
And it would be nice if we lived closer and could talk in person.
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My paternal grandmother, so like me in so many ways, had Alzheimers. So I worry too. My husband had dementia for 10 years before he died. Decades before that, a nursing home resident wandered off and ended up at my house. I gave her tea and chatted while waiting for her to be picked up. I asked her if she had children, and after a long pause she said she didn’t know. I thought, please don’t ever let me forget my children. Yes, it would be nice if we could all talk in person.
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