Dementia took my mother slowly, not all at once, but in small pieces that did not return. There came a point when I could no longer keep her safe at home. She would wander, forget the stove, move through the house without awareness of risk. I reached a limit I had been trying to avoid. Placing her in Willow Creek Nursing Suite was not a decision I made lightly, but it was one I could no longer delay. Still, knowing it was necessary did not make it easier. On her first night, she held my hand with a kind of fear I had not seen before and asked me not to leave. I left anyway. In the parking lot, I sat for a long time before I could drive.
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