Here's a picture of my mother, taken in her old age home. Sometimes I look at her face and see the same visage and gestures I remember from years ago. For a second I feel that maybe she hasn't changed. But the harsh truth is her Alzheimer's is very advanced and we come away from our weekly visits either greatly thrilled by sadly small rewards such as a smile of recognition or sorely dejected if there is not recognition. Very sad.
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