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Only with the clarity of vision that 20/20 hindsight affords, can I “see” that my mother had memory problems and uncharacteristic behaviors, later diagnosed as Alzheimer’s, seven years before her passing.
It was 2004, Mom’s personal year from hell, her second actually. The first was in 1951 when her twenty-month-old son was killed in a tragic car accident. Mom had buried her husband of 58 years (my dad) in April 2004 and on December 30, 2004 her remaining son, my older brother Jerry, passed away from cancer.
My husband and I were at Jerry’s side, his hand caressed between both of mine, when he took his last breath. Ugh! I dreaded notifying my mother. Actually I had pre-arranged with my mother’s best friend Shirley that I would call her when the time came and she in turn would tell my mom in person.
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