Before my mom had Alzheimer’s, I never had to help her get dressed. I never had to help her use the bathroom. I never had to cut up her food for her so she could eat it.
I never had to hold her hand when walking through a crowded room or down the street. I never had to remind her of who I was.
I never had to grieve for her while she was still alive. But before my mom had Alzheimer’s, I also never took her shopping for new clothes.
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