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How Will I Remember My Mother?

This question weighed heavily on my mind

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My mother lived with me for the last 20 months of her life. Taking care of her was a privilege and a hardship; a challenge and a joy.

At first, she was able to get around, shoving her walker determinedly forward, forcing her legs to work against the equally determined pull of her aging body and advancing dementia.




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Bebe Nicholson

Bebe Nicholson

Writer, editor, publisher, journalist, author, columnist, believer in enjoying my journey and helping other people enjoy theirs. bknicholson@att.net

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