Mom turns ninety this week.

Mom and Dad moved to Clarkesville because of Mona and Grady Brooks.

Easter was lovely this year.

We have enjoyed a most unusual pattern with Mom’s dementia over the last six months.

We have been so fortunate with Mom in terms of her moods.

One day last week, Mom had a meltdown. It has been a while since she’d gone through a truly emotional time, but Mom was like a lost, terrified 3-year-old girl who couldn’t find her family.

A note from Donna: My sister, Carla, serves as my editor week after week. I asked her to write a “guest column” this weekend while she was here.

I like spiders. I’m fascinated by them. Even the big wolf spiders that somehow get in the house to torment the cats are intriguing to me.

Mom was a collector of knick-knacks – Hummel figurines, tiny spoons from different locations, blue and white china along with other miscellany – which is not unusual for women her age.

I’m struggling with trust these days.