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A Day with Alzheimer’s

Posted on February 5, 2014 by daughter3

My mom is thoroughly enjoying the Sunday concert at Hebrew Home. “He’s really good!” she says of the musician who’s singing folk songs and playing guitar. She’s looking relaxed, happy, and unselfconscious, with none of the worry lines that marked … Continue reading →

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Time

Posted on January 15, 2014 by daughter3

“I want to keep you forever,” my mom says, holding my hand and lifting it to her heart. We’re walking the corridors of the Hebrew Home, having just visited the bird cage, on our way to see the fish tank. … Continue reading →

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A Terrible Vacation

Posted on December 3, 2013 by daughter3

My mom is having a horrible time at the Hebrew Hotel on the Hudson. She says she’s never coming back to this place again, at least not by herself. She can’t wait to get home, which is unusual, because she … Continue reading →

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She can’t understand

Posted on November 25, 2013 by daughter3

“You’ve been so good to me for so long; I just can’t believe you would do this to me,” my mom says. “You don’t love me.” When I reach over to offer comfort, she doesn’t want me to touch her. … Continue reading →

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A Mess

Posted on November 5, 2013 by daughter3

Ring! Ring! “Hi Mom! How are you?” “Well, not so good. It’s all such a mess,” she says. “What is?” “I don’t know … I can’t explain it.” She recommends I talk to Phyllis, her roommate. “She’s having a little … Continue reading →

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Are you a boy or a girl?

Posted on August 28, 2013 by daughter3

“Are you a boy or a girl?” my mom whispers into the phone, afraid her roommate might hear her question. “A girl,” I say. “You ARE?” she asks, as if she can’t believe it, as if it’s deeply upsetting for … Continue reading →

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The things she’s forgotten

Posted on March 25, 2013 by daughter3

How to tell time. What she had for dinner. The house she lived in for thirty-four years, where she raised her children. The names of her grandchildren … or even that she has grandchildren. Whether it’s morning or night.                        … Continue reading →

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My mom is confused about where she lives

Posted on March 4, 2013 by daughter3

“I can’t figure this place out,” my mom says. “What’s it all about?” She’s talking about the assisted living facility where we moved her almost a year and a half ago. “It’s your home, Mom,” I say. “It is?” She’s … Continue reading →

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