![]() ![]() I lived ready to catch her when she fell, walking on eggshells, trying to keep things as sane, as calm, and as peaceful as was within my power. I knew it, but didn’t know exactly what it was or how and what I could do about it. Mama knew it and it scared her, and that made her defensive, hostile, and combative. It became apparent in those months that something was clearly wrong. ![]() The eight or so months preceding this phone call had been hell for both Mama and me (not all the time, but most of it). Seven years ago today, I got a phone call at 7:15 am that I was expecting. It is the day that marks the genesis of Going Gentle Into That Good Night (although it would not officially be launched until about three years later) and of the books that I have written about the dementia journey. Today, July 11, 2017, marks a strange anniversary for me personally. ![]()
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