a magical musical alzheimer gift

June 2, 2014: When Eric arrives at my place at 1:30 p.m., Mom is still asleep. She’s been dead to the world for the last three hours–sedated by the antipsychotics she shouldn’t be given but nevertheless is every morning and again late in the afternoon. Once Eric sits down in front of her and starts to play, she slowly emerges … Continue reading a magical musical alzheimer gift