My mother “Genevieve Cecelia (Wilkinson) Young” “Jenny” is Mom’s preferred name. And she nicknamed me “Star” and never called me “Jeanne”. I was the oldest child of three. My brother Bobby is 4 years and my sister Sherry 9 years younger. But this is about me and my relationship with my mother. My mother Jenny was a wonderful woman. I got to know her better later when we were older in Carson City since 1990’s. Before that time she was busy living her own life. I have very unhappy memories of my childhood. My Mother Genevieve Cecelia Young was quite a strong woman. She had many prideful characteristics and not an affectionate parent. Jenny was charitable and generous with those she loved. She was kind and caring about people and sociable with those she trusted. She liked to laugh and have fun. She enjoyed food and had a few favorite restaurants. Jenny was fiercely independent and was a loner Mom was family oriented and loved being around little children. Mom always took good care of herself but she did not believe in doctors or medicine. Genevieve developed Alzheimer’s near the last decade of her life. Mom was very private and never discussed any health problems. Although healthy, she had many aches and pains with her legs, feet and ankles. Jenny was happy and she hardly complained about her life. Some of her pastimes were gambling in casinos (slot machines), bingo. She believed that she would win the big Lottery. We had great times together and I always tried to include Mom in my life. She lived alone since 1989 when Dad died. She had many sad times adjusting to her loneliness’ but she made the best of it. The last year of her life was the hardest. She could hardly walk and had much pain. She could not remember words when she spoke. She continuously locked herself out of her house or her car. She was falling and could not get up. However, she never broke any bones or hips and other problems. Although she was incontinent, she would never discuss it due to her pride. I was her caregiver everyday but she believed she was taking care of herself. She lived alone until the last three months of her life. I brought her to my home so she was safe. By that time, we had hospice for her so she would be comfortable. I am very pleased that she finally came to my home so she was not alone. She was finally safe and I cherished the time we spent together. My husband Bryce helped me with her. And Donna (my daughter) and I supported each other. My sister Sherry supported me via telephone giving much emotional support. My friends were there for me when I called them. I felt the love from everyone. Overall, I had much support from my family and friends. Also, the Alzheimer’s Association for the support and training to help to be an informed caregiver. But, “Vista Care Hospice” was the “Angels” who helped me with the last 6 weeks of Mom’s life.