Jack in the show we were watching cried that he didn’t have a mom anymore. I said to myself I still have a mom. I felt good about it. I am glad to have a chance to take care of her. She is doing well for her age. Her dementia has not progressed to the point where she does not recognize us. I hope it will never get to that point. Sometimes she gets confused between her living oldest son and her deceased brother, but given some time, she’ll straighten it out in her mind and say their names correctly.
