I doubt my mother ever feels a sense of loss when I leave. For me though, it still hurts sometimes because she doesn’t remember me or know that I was just there. An Alzheimer’s patient lives entirely in what he or she sees in the moment. I know that she loves having me in her world while I’m there. When I sit with my arm around her, she gets as close as possible. But once I duck out of her sight, I don’t exist to her. She does not miss me.
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