One thing I remember is my mom says she will never forget me. She says she is happy to hear my voice. My mom sometimes forgets where she is. I tell her to look at the pictures. It's her room. That seems to help. But I know the end stages will prove her wrong in remembering me and my sister. I dread the day she is bedridden and unable to talk, let alone eat and drink. I pray peace will will prevent her from suffering from the end stage. Her short term memory isn't that good, but has an excellent long term memory. I can only phone her because her assisted living is under lock down. I haven't seen her in a year and 3 months. I get depressed the day I usually visit her and hope she won't get worse by the time I do get to visit her. Right now she sleeps a lot during the day and gets insomnia at night.