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, just released July, September, and October 2025,
from a couple 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
