When my Mom started showing signs of dementia, it was hard to believe. I think she was about 85 years old. That was 11 years…
Last year, I shared this letter with all of you. Another year has gone by and another birthday for my Mom, now 94, has passed. This past year, we have had some sadness in
our family. Dad passed away two months shy of his 99 year. Over the last 10 years, since Mom was diagnosed with dementia, Dad had been the one to take care of her, as he always did, until he was no longer able to.
She now lives in a world that is the size of a grapefruit.
I am one of those lucky people who have both my parents. My father is almost 97 and Mom is 91.
My mother taught me how to take pride in my body and how to keep my body looking and feeling good. She always set a good example:
I remember when I was a small child I would go off to school as Mom was turning the television on to exercise with Jack LaLanne. That took place every day and for ½ hour she concentrated on her routine.
When she would go out, which was almost every Saturday night, she would prep herself by putting her feet up high on her headboard with cool tea bags on her eyes.