My mom with Alzheimer's demanded to stay in her home. In the beginning stages, she had fabulous mobility, but was an eloper, would get on public transportation and get lost; she had angels looking after her for sure. That's when I moved in with her. When her disease progressed where she didn't recognize our house as home, I moved her to a lovely memory care where she immediately found a clique and was well cared for. 🧵/1