My mother died on October 25, 2004, that was the second time the first time was when I realized how changed her dementia made her. The mother I keep remembering was the one who would yell at me "I don't have Alzheimers". I would respond no, i don't think you have Alzheimers but something is wrong. For over 2 years I tried to get her doctor to examiner her and for 2 years "your fine, tell your children to stay out of your life". My mother was a gifted talented artist who could complete anything she set her mind to. I was never good enough for her yet I kept trying. I reconciled myself to love her and after my dad died 22 years ago, I tried to do what I knew he would want me to do. I know that she loved me but that last year was so hard. She couldn't cook, operate a TV, she continued to deny anything was wrong. She would tell me "you have to quit telling people that I am crazy". I would respond "I have never called you crazy". Now that she is gone I feel like I have been mourning for the same thing twice and practice does not make perfect.