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I had been with my mother about ten months.  Her 79th birthday was that month.  It was a strange month, seemed to get more difficult each day, and I was already thinking of giving up.  My mother’s confusion had gotten so bad, and she was angry with me almost every day, sometimes again and again all day it seemed. 

My journal told our almost daily story.  It is up now for all to read, on my Web site and in my book.

My sister passed away a few years ago after suffering from Parkinson’s disease for about ten years.  All my siblings passed away over the past few years.

I will be 69 this year, am still working as a community college librarian, and this October I will walk in memory of my mother for my 27th year with the Alzheimer’s Association in the Walk to End Alzheimer’s.

The following April, 28 years ago, my mother turned 80 and passed away after four months in a nursing home.