For months I'm marveled in silent awe at the dignity and grace with which Mom slipped from us. Because of sibling rivalries, I hadn't known she had been on an Alzheimers drug for years. But in December, the uncharacteristic silences led to other episodes and it was time she moved to the memory unit. For months she stabilized and some questioned the move. She was always aware, but her filters were down and I saw her quick wit but with slightly naughtier punchlines. There was always laughter. But she knew what was happening.
"Don't ask me what I had for breakfast."
But anything from childhood? She had a lock on that.
Sunday, as I was wheelin