[Roccus]

My sister and I cared for Mom till her passing. For 7 years that disease charged along on it's way to destroying a sweet, dear lady. Her violent outbreaks mainly resulted in self injury. My Dad passed about 3mos. before Mom and although she had recognized no one for several years, she would ask for him each day. When told he was gone, it was like she found out for the first time. Tore our hearts out.
Try to remember the fun things. With Mom it was tissues and mini Tootsie-Rolls. When I'd undress her for bed, it was like a pinata(sp?) tissues and Tootsie-rolls stuffed everywhere and falling to the floor. We buried her with both in her pockets.
I never thought that I'd be changing my Mom's diapers, but hey, she did it or me. You do what ya gotta do and every once in a while, a different light would come in her eye and I liked to believe that she understood.
Good luck.

[firebrand]

We buried her with both in her pockets.

That is wonderful.

My brother-in-law has it and he goes around drinking everyone else's drink at family get-togethers, can't see the sugarbowl when it's staring right at him, and mistakes grown-ups for children and waves to them in restaurants. He once got lost on a cruise ship and ended up walking out on the runway during a fashion show.