Mom has this fear of me leaving her. She follows me step for step. I needed to mow...so I raised every window blind..she would go window to window with each lap.
She cried wanting to go home. My heart broke. I just hugged her small frame and told her where I am she will be.
The mood can turn on a dime...she was real irritable about an hour later.
She slept all night. That's good!
I still hate this disease.
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Oh Becky - that is heartbreaking. Your poor momma!
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