Alzheimer's Disease; Dementia

I look briefly at my mom, who no longer cares about what she wears or whether she is washed. Then I take a more careful look.

I wish life was easier for my mother; that she still had full use of her memory, language and rational faculties. But given the realities, I am also grateful for the opportunity to learn new lessons that my mother’s aging and illnesses present.

It was devastating to watch as the cruelty of the mental illness began to steal his independence and the identity that he had established for himself. What was it that G‑d expected from me as we became engulfed by the darkness that seemed to control our l...

There are moments when she is very happy. She is happy in her spacious rooms, happy for the companionship. She calls me Mother now...

You never really knew what happened to your oldest brother, Chaim. Did he, too, perish in the war? Perhaps he survived and changed his name?