The Hard Choices of Dementia

Ann H GabhartAnn's Posts, One Writer's Journal

When I was a little girl I always wanted to look like my mother. I thought she was the prettiest woman ever. And I wanted to be like her too. Strong. Determined. Smart. Patient. Loving. She was ready to do whatever necessary to take care of her family. She loved us, her three daughters.  Mom grew up during the Great …