Sunday, July 17, 2011

Save a life, help an Alzheimer's caregiver get help

It was 10 years ago this month that my sisters and I lost our mother. She didn’t have Alzheimer’s but our stepfather did, and we believe that her death was hastened by the huge burden of trying to care for Harry.

My mom wasn’t one to complain. She was living in the New Smyrna Beach area and I was working in Bradenton. But I made it a point to see her once a week, and it finally dawned on me that Harry’s situation had gradually moved from simple forgetfulness to something a lot worse.

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