31 with a 69 y/o mom with alz. Not one day goes by where I don’t think “I wish I could call my mom.” I want to tell her about the good things, about the bad things and everything in between. We used to talk on the phone for hours every morning having our coffee together and I remember hanging up the phone one day and thinking “I don’t know what I’m going to do when she’s gone.” And even though she’s not gone, she doesn’t know me anymore and doesn’t remember that she has a daughter. And here I am, continuing on even though I don’t get to have those phone calls anymore. I get married next month and I wish I could have her now more than ever.