Dating a 15 year old
Instead of a magical cure, I pray for an end to my mother’s life. Ironically, Mummy, as her family often calls her, is in remarkable physical health.
When she is walking the halls, Mummy often appears to have a purpose and a destination in mind. Up close, it is immediately apparent Mummy is locked into a prison from which there is no parole.
If anyone knows how tragic Alzheimer’s can be, it is my mother.
She lovingly cared for my dad — who also had the disease — at home for many years.
Every day she seems to withdraw a little more, and I’m no longer sure she even knows I am her daughter. She now needs help with everything — even the most basic human functions.
At this point, I believe she is simply existing in her body.