My lovely mum, gave up on her fight last week. Since last December we have been trying our best to care, support and help her through the insidious mind control that Alzheimers inflicted upon her. She was always proud of her sharp mind, of us and of her own achievements. Family was everything to mum. She suffered a range of respiratory diseases and oxygen therapy curtailed her freedom but she got on with things. Even when delirium, then Alzheimers struck, she never ever complained. Mum was mum, even when confused her mothering instincts came to the fore. I miss her, I love her and I cry over all she never knew she had lost, But, I’m proud of her strength, her courage and her desire to always try her best - even when she thought her home wasn’t hers. She was and always will be a force to be reckoned with.