My mom has alzheimers...

I am 38 years old and raising my 5 year old son and 6 year old daughter. I am also raising my mom.

Coincidentally, my mother, Joy was 38 when I was born. She lavished every bit of love on my life. Everything she had to give was mine. She had waited a long time for a child. I would be her only one. I can't imagine a mother more crazy for her little girl. My father was older as well, and his sole purpose was and still is to make me smile.

Now Earl is 82, and taking such great care of Joy at 77... or at least he's trying. Every day of our lives is a work to motivate, build-up, and elevate Joy. Mom has the most ridiculous disease. It confuses, befuddles, unnerves, and agitates my most precious mother! It is unfair and cruel.

I just want to start this blog to vent it all out. To help remember and forget all the junk of this illness and to mark the good and somehow help my kids to truly understand mom for who she was then and who she is now!