Last week I received a letter from a young lady in North Carolina that I've never met, thanking me for advice that I didn't know I'd given her. The author, a teenage girl, felt she'd "lost" her mother to caring for her grandma who has dementia. I've retyped the letter below (with minor edits for clarity/brevity and intentionally omitted names for privacy).
Nine years ago both of my parents were diagnosed with Alzheimer's on the same day. My sister and I moved them out of the home in which they'd amassed heaps of everything that would not biodegrade throughout a 60-year marriage. I handled the bulk of the clean-out. Things were lost. Important things were lost.