feel sad on mom's journey with dementia

Watching my brilliant mom fade into someone who couldn’t recognize her own home after 65 years shattered me. Conversations turned one-sided—her understanding regressed to that of a toddler, even simpler than my cat’s. The hardest part? Moments when her eyes flickered with a ghost of emotion, a whisper of the woman she was. Dementia didn’t just steal her memories; it isolated us both in a silent, confusing maze. To those walking this path: How do you cope with grieving someone who’s still here?#DementiaAwareness #CherishTheMoments #FamilyLove