We were so lucky, Mom's vascular dementia didn't adversely effect her mood for the most part.

We always used humor to carry her away from dark thoughts. We acted like all was normal, we never wanted her to feel burdensome.

I hope she suffered less than our imaginations.

We love you, Mom, Betty, BettyLouHoo, BettyWooHoo, MamaCita, Cita.

I pray you're with Dad in some magical place, free of worry.