Enya
It wasn't my mother when bad things happened. It was
the disease--Alzheimer's. In the good times I saw glimpses of my
mother, as she really was before Alzheimer's started taking her
from us, and I cherish those moments. While I was taking
care of her, it was so helpful to me to read biographies
and personal stories, some even in the form of journals,
by Alzheimer's caregivers. I want to help others the way
those authors helped me. So then, how can I not tell this story?
It took me a year of reading through my scribbled notebooks
and typing the journal here. There were times when I just couldn't get
myself to do it--when the memories were too painful. But finally
I have completed it. Here is the story of my year with my mother:
Some people may wonder how I can tell this story--how can I
tell all of these personal things? If I really loved my mother, how
can I tell bad things about her?
Background and graphics Copyright© 2000 Brenda S. Parris
My new children's books, released in 2025 and 2026,
from some of the poems here and in the other book,
and from some new stories from way back then,
and one about my sister, who had Parkinson's, published April 2026
