11.06.2011
Hating it.
I sat in Red Lobster tonight across from my Mom watching as she cried because she could not remember what she likes to eat there. She got frustrated at trying to remember what it was and tired of people trying to help her so she told the waiter she wasn't eating. She sat there and I could see the fear, and sadness mixed with frustration and anger all over her face. I sat feeling helpless as she was not interested in any help at that moment. I let tears roll down my face as I thought how wrong this is. She should not have to go through this.... not at her age! Not yet! Last night she seemed so angered so easily, so un-interested in what was going on around her, so not like my mother. I was told it is just a phase of the disease and that she would come through it but I realized it is progressing, it is tearing her apart and I don't know how to stop it. I don't know what to do it make it better, easier for her, for me. I hate the feeling of being completely out of control and so unable to help her. I hate it! I Hate what it's doing to her!
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