It has been almost three years since my brothers and I brought my mother to her nursing home. As expected, in that time, she has greatly deteriorated. No longer feisty, she is complacent. No longer mobile, instead of wandering the halls, she sits in a wheelchair. Her speech is spotty at best. It is so
Tag: alzheimer’s disease
“Gena, do you have something to tellllll meeeeee?” my grandmother asks through the phone, drawing out the end of the sentence as if to tease me. Of course, I know where she’s going with this question. “Nanny, I’m pregnant!” I say. “How come you didn’t tell me!” she asks, slightly teasing, but slightly confused. I
My Mom My mother was born and raised in a small town in Sicily. The oldest of six children, she developed her mothering skills early on as she helped raise her younger brothers and sisters. When my parents met in Italy, my dad had already been living in the states for many years. So when
