Today I called my dad in New York to catch up with him. "Well you caught me in the middle of an emergency" he said Well in my world that means that my mom has done something. " What happened this time?" I asked. He proceeded to explain that mom was screaming and yelling at her caretaker in front of Godiva because she would not allow my mother to have any sweets. So off he went to deal with her. Turns out that she didnt get her meds this morning and was not herself. If you could call having a mom with Frontal Lobe Dementia herself. I thought about it and tried to gloss over the fact that MY MOTHER was causing a scene at the mall. Was making men uncomfortable because she was approaching them asking personal questions. Going up to woman with children and getting too close, asking too many questions. How can I explain to these people that my mom was sick. I mean she IS only 69 and looks like the picture of health. How can I explain to people that my mom has dementia but her memory was fine. How could I look at this person who has been the most important woman of my life and not recognize her? This has been going on for three years since she was first diagnosed. Every time something happens, every single time, it kills me just a little bit. I have to feel the anger, the sadness, the loss and move on. I have to stop and deal with the fact that she got kicked out of Barnes and Nobles for stealing candy bars or took out 600$ in cash from the bank machine and cant seem to find it, in fact she doesnt even know she took it out in the first place. No matter what is happening in my busy regular life i have to stop and feel the little losses that have claimed the very essence of who my mom use to be.More information on FLD