My momma was diagnosed with Alzheimer's at age 77. Although I didn't want to admit it to myself, I could start to notice small things that alerted me to something not being right. The doctors said she could no longer live by herself and told me it was time to put her in a home. After me telling the doctor I would never put her in a home and him repeatedly telling me that I wouldn't be able to care for her, I won out. She moved in with me. There were many days I was frustrated, days I was so tired, because she got where she would only nap 10 minutes here and there throughout the day an night. I spent a lot of hours listening to her talk to me about me, as she no longer knew who I was, just a familiar face. I was lucky enough to have my kids, a cousin, and two wonderful friends to help some. The good so outweighed the bad, so many good memories in the last years of her life. I wouldn't' trade them for anything. My momma past away nine years later in her bed, in my living room with the people she loved close to her. Love you momma and miss you everyday.

Tamera Wilson
Noble, IL