Mom was a sweet woman who loved her children dearly. After my father passed away, I became aware that something wasn't quite right with my mother. It took a while to get a diagnosis, but eventually it became clear that she was in the grip of Alzheimer's Disease.
We were fortunate that my father had made investments that gave us the ability to bring a live-in caregiver to stay with her. Mom was able to live in her own home, and doctors have credited that for the reason that she never forgot where and when she was, and she never forgot her children's identities. I was with her nearly every day, and her face would always light up when I came into the room. We told each other many times a day that we loved each other.
A stroke severed our communication. She could no longer speak or smile, and showed little sign of understanding what was said to her, but I held her hand to let her know she wasn't alone. I'd like to think that she still knew it was me.
I miss her dreadfully.
RIP Mama. You are always in my heart.