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I've always wanted to help my mom. I never thought that mom would get Alzheimer's ..
I've always been the kind of daughter that has wanted to help her mom. I guess being the oldest was a big part of it but the other part was I just enjoyed helping her. With four children and Dad's income being modest, we had to make do, like so many other families in the 50s. So, I would help mom prepare supper, help with the dishes, do some sweeping and dusting and do the one thing she liked most of all, bake pies for supper.

Mom did well for many years and put up a lot from her children and in-laws and like some children, I thought that she did it well, without complaining or anything unusual. In many ways, I have tried to emulate my mom and of course, genetics has played a big part of it and even though my mom and I did little sharing throughout the years, there was a bond between us that lasted a lifetime.

Mom developed Alzheimer's about 10 years ago and it was something no one in the family suspected until my dad died. After dad died, she became totally lost, confused and later had to be placed into a nursing home. She adapted fairly well to the nursing home and its routine but as the disease progressed, she became more and more disoriented until she began staying in bed most of the time.

But, toward her final days, I was blest in doing one last thing for mom and that occurred one cold day in December. I had just walked into the nursing home and as I walked down the aisle toward her room, I saw her walking at the far end. She was walking toward me. She looked so happy to see me but within seconds she began crying. As I approached her I said, "Mom what's the matter?"

She replied, "I can't find my room! I can't find my room!"

I replied, "Mom, it's O.K. I'll help you. It's right down this way." She kept crying but the crying subsided and soon a look of relief appeared on her face. We got her to the room and within seconds, she forgot what happened. I'll always remember that day and the relief I saw on her face when she recognized me.

Mom has been gone for over two years, but I know I will never forget her and how wonderful it felt to help her out one last time, that cold day in December!

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