With her hands folded in her lap, Ruth Prevost, 91, sits quietly on the couch by the sliding glass doors, unaware that she is at the centre of a family feud. A diminutive woman with shiny white hair and bright green eyes, Prevost has Alzheimer’s.
I still smile as I remember Mom’s surprise when we opened all those containers of cottage cheese she'd been hoarding in her refrigerator. On one of our customary grocery shopping runs, Mom reminded me that she needed to buy fruit. Lots of fruit!