All the buzz around Still Alice has me thinking a lot about my mom and her dementia. She was diagnosed at 65, but there were signs long before her official diagnosis. How long before? I don't know. Maybe just a few years, maybe more. I try to remain positive and appreciate that no matter what the D-word throws our way, she is still mom in many ways.
During the holidays, I made extra effort to spend more time with mom and include her more in our family events. Our children are so sweet with "Noni" and are so patient with her repeated questions. As we were clearing the table after dinner one night, I asked my mom if we should call Dad.