Dementia has stolen the person I used to know; each holiday serves as a painful reminder of what is lost, overshadowed by chaos and longing.
Cooking a holiday meal alone is bittersweet; remnants of joyful traditions now overshadowed by grief for the mother I once celebrated with.
Mom's impulsive behaviors turn Thanksgiving into a challenge; the festive spirit is replaced by stress as I juggle care and cooking.
The traditions we cherished are gone, eclipsed by my mom's dementia; the laughter and delight replaced by confusion and bizarre remarks.
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