There are some experiences in life that cannot possibly be understood unless they are lived. No matter how well you can talk about the experience, no matter how deeply someone listens, the experience cannot be passed on. But when you come across someone who has lived their own version of the experience, there is an instant connection. A knowing that is immediately recognized. 

Here, I want to share not only the story of my mother, but the stories that many of us walking the journey of loving someone with dementia will know too well. 

Know that here, you are loved, and your story is heard, seen, felt, recognized, and cherished. 

(To submit your own story, contact me here.)