Everytime she thought she was making some progress, the reality of it all would smack her across her face. The next slap was her mom's birthday party. 81 years old and getting worse every day. Alz was doing one hell of a job on her that's for sure. It kept taking day by day more and more of the woman she knew as her mother. Hardly able to walk on her own anymore, she was confined to a chair. She would fuss and fidgit; her legs wanting to move and walk, but the mind not capable of telling the muscles what to do. The confusion was getting worse. She says things that make no sense, and has troubles finishing her thoughts. Communicating with her was getting all but impossible to do. This really bothered her as she had always looked forward to the conversations she had with her mother. Always positive and always bubbly. That lady seemed so far away now as she looked at the lady in the chair. The resemblence was there but the disease had taken the bubbly and positive attitude and squashed it like a bug.
She managed to keep it together during the party, mainly by keeping busy handing out cake and ice cream. She also kept her distance from the mother she so desperately wished she could help. It was just too hard to look at her and see her struggle and not lose it. The tears held inside until she got outside the nursing home. Then they fell out of her eyes and onto her cheeks. Crying uncontrollably and asking why why why. She would never understand, and just can't get a grip on accepting this horrible thing. But she had to figure out a way.
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