Being Mama's caregiver for three years compelled me to write my feelings of frustration, saddness, disbelief at just what Alzheimer's can do to its' victim. I found relief that all is well now since Mama gave up her fight of this terrible disease February 14, 2000. Heaven's newest angel still is inspiring me even though she's gone, I look for signs of her everyday, some sort of sign as she lets me know all is well and she is happy and has control of her life now. My signs from Mama are in poetry form; the words I write give me the relief as I think of her so often. She’s given me this way of c more...
