Thank you Melinda.

The first indication that I had was when I was driving towards my home, with my twenty something daughter in the passenger seat.

The call was from my mother’s home land line number. She said, “Honey, where am I?” I said, “Mama, you’re in your house, calling me from the phone in your house”. It’s the house she had owned and lived in for forty years, the same number she’d had for fifty years.

Mama said, “No! It looks like my house on the inside, but someone has moved me somewhere else and made it look just like my house! What am I going to do!”

I said, “Don’t do anything. I’ll be right there.” To my daughter I said, “We’re going to Mema’s house, right now!”

Mom had Alzheimer’s. Julie and I moved in with her.

I’m sorry to hear about your dad. Luckily, my mother was a kind and gentle soul, right down to the bone. One day, about a year after that, she said, “I don’t know who you are, but you sure do take good care of me! Thank you 😊!” Three picture IDs wouldn’t convince her.

She lost her battle in March of 2015. She was 91.

RIP Mama 💔🙏🙏 🙏