Seems like LBD is a death sentence but today there was so much life.  Since we are taking shifts caring for mom, for 1/2 of the day I do nothing but work with her to cook, garden, take drives, etc…  I was thinking today that her doc told me that if she wasn’t being cared for at home, she would be in geriatric psych inpatient.  But at home she is happy, laughing at some of her hallucinations, doing things, and living.  Granted sundowning is a nasty part of the day.  But for me I’m getting to love my mother in different ways.  She doesn’t mostly know who I am anymore, but she knows I’m someone familiar and I think she knows I love her.  So today was about living life.  And it was good.