“When my mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, I watched helplessly as all her cherished memories slowly evaporated. She didn’t recognize anyone, including me, which cut me to the core. I prayed to one day see something flicker in her once-vibrant blue eyes, but they always stayed heartbreakingly vacant.
“Every Wednesday afternoon after I picked up my 5-year-old granddaughter, Beth, from school, we stopped by the assisted living center to visit my mom. The three of us would go out to the pretty garden and Mom and I would sit on a bench while Beth played nearby.
“One day Beth sat next to her great-grandma and reached into her backpack to show her a bunch of little paper hearts she had made in class. Instantly, Mom’s blank eyes sparkled as she stared right at me. Suddenly, I flashed back to when I was about Beth’s age and Mom had taken me to the park after school.
“We had sat in the grass and she’d taught me how to cut little paper hearts out of paper. Once we finished, she’d tossed them upward and we laughed until our sides hurt as it rained love all around us.
“‘You remember?’ I uttered, my chest aching with hope. It began to fade and despair set in when she didn’t answer me. But just then, Mom smiled, grabbed the little paper hearts and threw them into the air.” – Beverly Marshall, 55, Bath, PA
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