My Momma. She is our best friend. My sis and I, and later, my daughter, did everything with her. We were in church groups together, went shopping, out to eat, visited a few times a week. My sis, and my brothers and I all live in a very small town, and our houses surrounded our parents house. All our kids grew up literally running over to Amie and Poppas house for snacks, to play games with her or puzzles, or to play in the yard where my Dad has built them a playhouse complete with electricity and a TV! My Mom was the best grandmother to our kids. Babysitting, hosting holidays, baking, ice-cream parties…you name it…they did it with their grandkids. We noticed changes in our Mom about 8 years ago. She was 71. These changes became more changes and we became aware that she had a bit of dementia. It wasn’t until my Dad went into the hospital that we realized how much it has progressed and how...